Cam the Chef - Escapelands lyrics

[Produced by MF Love] [Hook: Cam, the Chef] They say money is the motivation But my motive isn't The dollar figures But it would be nice to make a billion Give me a place for my mind to wander And I am chilling Take a look inside The futuristic mind of our children They say money is the motivation But my motive isn't The dollar figures But it would be nice to make a billion Give me a place for my mind to wander And I am chilling Take a look inside The futuristic mind (mind, mind, mind) [Verse 1: Cam, the Chef] My mind is blurry, 6:30 in the morn', a n***a up all early Trying to get flirty with a b**h that resembles Jeanette McCurdy Purposely flexing so she's admiring my greatness Trying to hang like my necklace In my mouth like my braces Wait, what's the point?, I'mma cut you off when I see you naked My heart is racing, stomach aching, even though I'm patiently waiting For the box then I'mma hoof it to the pavement Currently sinning for the sensation My pops taught me how to juggle 'round a couple hoes In the droptop, place 'em juxtapose, just to pose So I guess I inherited it The split up of my parents made it apparent my presence is unpleasant So I stormed inside my room, and I slammed the door Got FL Studio, put on my earphones and let my mind go If I get paid for this display, then I'm cool If I don't, sh**, I guess I'll stay in school Still escaping the landscape, fire in my ashtray Give my n***as a handshake, this is Cam, the Chef n***a Give these hoes no breaks [Hook: Cam, the Chef and Morghan Taylor] [Verse 2: Fly Kilo] Started off with a mic from my brother Uncle's iMac, pen and pad Rhymes that I had and a little good luck from my mother Crew Socks, Something Something, Song and a lover Man I got the blues, say I'm wrong for the color Got love for another Love for the fam, love for the flow And a thot named Pam Rapping for the money and developed me a message Ya'll head for your goal, middle finger Uncle SAam Then it's nothing, wait, nothin I'm chilling Drop a mean flow every time i get the feeling It's the feeling of the rapping that I got and if i have it I'mma make that a** jump, yeah head to the ceiling Head to the ceiling? Feet to the ground Ba** in a flow every time I make a sound I'mma k** 'til they're dead or close to the light Gotta make it in the game because the music is my life And i wanted you to know that i got you To all my fam yea, i got you And if i make it I'm proud to throw you a stack Laughing at the fake fam and the fake friends That's in to me, to my enemies, I'll catch you, no escaping And it go RahRah RahRah wait Shout to the thugs, straight up got love for the street Love for the plug and a drug on god, like a little bed bug got love for the sheets Beef ain't nothing, no vegetarian, oppisito Swear to god i got love for the meet Came with a flow so cold Dumb dope head phones, finna bang Got love for the beat [Hook]