Charles Hamilton - Blogger Dashboard lyrics

[Verse 1] First off, piff is not a pimp or a pusher, sibling Where was y'all when my heart needed fixing Some of y'all don't care if I'm still kicking Heart still ticking I might take a bus out to Bickerington, Ohio Visit my other family, years without visiting them I be in Harlem with my nicotine grin Signing autographs with the little pink pen I've always been shy and I didn't pretend Spotlight comes on and I get at least 10 times more starlight than The 10 to 15 minutes before the announcer announces to the scene Big C, isn't it? Big G, Giant H, the founder Mr. Here, hike, first downer The sloppy locker room for perfect record out of towners Act like Bowser, casket of white flowers Gotta take to it to an extra level n***as outside really think Jeff's the devil The goon is a boss to y'all In a physical strait jacket when I get off the wall My private thoughts always stress the treble My cup of tea, you can wet the nozzle Of my little black kettle, with that direzzle Take a breath and deck whoever chest My chest on any level, doesn't hit my broken heart with a bezel I'm hearing n***as out like Neville I got more enemies than several Mad n***as wish they could drive they pedals They deserve medals Then a little metal from the settle Anything from the pull of gravity, yellow [Outro] Aw dammit You know, yellow on a traffic light That means be careful So I had to stop for a second That's all That's why I had to stop the blog too, in case you were asking I was writing so much and saying so much You know regular conversation with people If I put it on the blog y'all, you'd lose your mind And be like, nah you playing But, I don't know, I guess it depends on who reads what I write You know what I mean? And who really pays attention to what I write A lot of people really don't be paying attention Sometimes me too, ya know It's probably best to stop paying attention I don't know I think I might've said everything to make everybody feel a little bit better [Hook] I log in so I read what's on my plate Cause in my voice, I can swear you hear what I say I write so I can hear with you I write so I can hear with you I write so I can hear with you I write so I can hear with you