[Verse 1: NTG]
Got a lot of sh** that I wrote to I'll probably never use
You never knew better flow better rhymes
Asterix worse flow worse rhymes But I'm still in it
Feeling it, so I write to it but don't do sh** with it
Get with it
Says my conscious to my laziness
Last day of 2014 tried to be spontaneous
The Rat race in last place with no way of recovering
And, I'm flowing hot enough I'm frying up the onion rings
That was terrible, told my self that I wouldn't
But I succumb to my vices when the lines begin to rhyme again
I”m Back on the typical
Spitting bout that fictional
But everybody knows I'm the definition of average
On the same couch I wrote couch on
And, you don't know what that is if you're not my sister
Shaking up the richter
Practicing tongue twisters
2nd half of the year developing a bigger picture
Cause, theres a lot going on I refuse to talk about
I've Already seen it all there's nothing left I'm logging out
But I'm logging back on
To write another rap song
With ambition to leave these n***as whistling like a catcall