Sittin at home, alone
Just writing poems to beats and stuff
And now her cell phone art, got lil' red hearts
That make me blush
She got friends I'd like to meet
I'll prolly smoke a buncha weed
And the gla** clink @LamesJinck cuz I'm James Link, bia..
4, 5 plays on the internet
5, 6 plays on the internet
7, 8 plays on the internet
We on the internet
First piece of peace I got and yeah I'm into that
Eating my pad thai
Just sitting on the internet
You-tube how-to's
Show me how to get a rad life
Morph mine into a
Swan dive from a Jacknife
Nothing better close the door
No sense in waiting
Help yourself to seconds
Buffet life so I can plate it
Never see to much cheese
So when I get it gotta grate it
Appetite never sated
Can't smoke but I'm faded
Kiss that, lips into the camera phone, deuces
Skyping keep the speakers/sounds muted can't chat
Roomie in the kitchen heard the cam snap
Oxytocin overload attract those
Who never wait for anything the feel goes
Into another definition lust holds
Easy in, easy out; we remove rope
But yo I got rhymes for days
I'm in a daze I might
Eat a weed cookie and drink a couple mind erasers
But first, I gotta say what's up to my fans
I could prob fit 'em all in the back of my Good Kid, Mad City minivan
But when I'm stompin' in my high tops nobody can really stop him
And I prolly stole at least part of this flow from Doc Waffles
But when I'm on my own sh** I'm all like Oooh
And every time your girl hears it she knows what to do
Ain't nobody hungrier for clicks, clicks
Ain't nobody lazier than this this
Me and apathy could have a tryst, tryst
Ain't no better customers than misfits
Rectangles glowin and keep me up late
Get down down da-down with freaky brain waves
Never round when down town get sun rays
See james hang up his house phone to get blazed
Like 4, 5, plays on the internet...