[Verse: Michael Christmas]
I always try to be the best at everything
But that ain't worth it
Last place after last place
I'm the worst whole weight
Think I'll maybe see my dreams in a hearse
No way
Skip school when it was a snow day
Sneak into the studio and smoke a pack of do re (lalalalalala)
Sing loud and talk sh** and make a mill or more ey
If you can do it
That's what them older n***as always say
You can hear the lack of faith like its BET church day
(And I feel it)
And this is a work day
I smoked, at a bacon, egg & cheese, then I wrote
Later on Imma watch my best friend play a show
And we gon' do the same sh** in different parts of the globe
When they let us up in space, Imma play the most shows
f** the most green hoes and take mad photos
Think back to the times sitting in the dojo
Writer's block got me hot like I lost my mojo
Got my powers back, international on both coasts
Man of mystery, and I'm making new black history
And I know you missing me
The last (?) weird
Got you n***as throwing b**h fits
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