sorry you can't see me
wishing on these stars while I'm rubbing on the genie
shout out to my retweeters, i hope you really feel me
SwimTeam ballin'
i hope you're bumping on this CD,
If you ever meet me, say hello its nice to see thee
creator of society of everything they want to be,
never thinking about our lounges, smoking and watching TV
(cough, cough)
I hope its nice to meet me,
drinking on that grey goose,
and some motherf**ing Fiji
Me I'm just a happy man,
i don't think you understand,
Me I've never had a fan,
I don't think you understand, (X2)
you post my song in your twitter man,
i don't think you understand (X.3)
Me I'm ah k**er off that f**ing beat
I don't want that mutton meat
T from NYC, asking questions like who be k**ing me
got me thinking SwimTeam ballin'
full on alcoholin'
got me stepping
got me sipping
got me falling
got me feeling like these b**hes don't know
and when I'm with my crew I'm never f**ing riding solo
and when you're with your friends you might be thinking
baby oh no
got that slick back k**a
wearing all that polo
got that blunt in his hand
but he thinking no smoke
and when you're chilling with your friends and your mind says
go home
cause i wanna capture every moment like a photo
I'm just tryna live life, but you already know though
got me never knowing whatchu really mean
yeah im Mr. Clean, I'm Mr. 45, and Mr. free
Mr. eat ah beat and run these streets
and Mr. dressing neat
hope the dressings free
blessing salad leaves
k**ing beats
that's the message of the weed
(Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed)
that's the message of the week
yeah it smells a little strong, and my lounges a little weak
and these b**hes want to snap,
but i a'int be talking streaks
you be spitting all that trash
i advise you brush your teeth
i advise you brush your teeth
(Yeah!)
(give me the raps)
fogging up my gla**es from the sh** I'm always speaking
yeah i gotta bad b**h, f** her on the weekends
but they never wanna leave em'
if you want to seek em'
better lead em'
i a'int f**ing with the hoes, i will never need them
but I"m only speaking hatred
I'm never speaking freedom
if you're old enough to love em'
then you're old enough to need em'
SwimTeam sniping off your roofs
we recruiting all these troops
but I'm out your ball parks
like I'm Babe f**ing Ruth
[Hook]
Me I'm just a happy man,
i don't think you understand,
Me I've never had a fan,
I don't think you understand, (X2)
you post my song in your twitter man,
i don't think you understand (X.3)
yeah I'm biking down these streets with a certain sense of modesty
everybody lying, no one cares about your honesty
honestly, got a couple people who are proud of me
put the hands up in the crowd, like a robbery
i don't think they realize, that I'm a f**ing prodigy
have you heard of THC?
man its blowing in the breeze
hi, hello, you've heard of me
k** the heard, the murder spree
the fire burns to third degree,
the further down the world debris
yeah we sitting on the edge
while we smoking on these trees
maybe we were meant to be
need a princess who can f** me like a queen
i just want my centerpiece
money trees, and golden leaves
freaky Friday in the sheets
and normalcy so horridly
order me some morbidly obese formal orderlies
I've been chilling at the top
nowhere where were I'm suppose to be
overcoming haters who are borderline (f**)
(out of breath laughing)
(haha what?)
(give me the raps)