[Intro]: By now you should know my name (Charles Hamilton) Here we go Im feelin good How you feelin'? How you feelin'? [Verse 1]: In a cla** of a few but I'm gonna excel I'm gonna prevail till I'm numb and I'm pale But way too much color to be covered in blankness So I gotta show enough love to the ancient What's f**ed up is some stuff is pretend And it gets mixed with the stuff smothered within Plug it in plug it in get a fresh scent But when the sin is gone, the innocence gone Too strong ya nose bleeds to weak isn't a question The end of a gesture but in every sense a protector Visit a septic tank to get in the sh** that he isn't getting stressed with But the mere thought is reminiscing to a man who don't possess clear thought The price of fame all the luggage that fear bought Where you goin' with them bags and a bottle? Reply going somewhere by you, andddd [Hook] That's just how it goes baby That's just how it be baby That's just what it is baby That's just what it means baby Take a take a listen to me now baby (x4) [Verse 2]: It's like a witches brew to listen to Except a sip or two isn't as sick as what this sh** could do If you listen to the whistle you would trip into this little pool of living in a teapot You're in a tee, some jeans, some DC's and you gotta whistle to yourself cause the beat's hot You say the beat is nuts I say you've been tee-bagged you finally get it and say please stop C-ham is ill and if you take a sip of that you will see what I'm on So nasty that my teeth rot Are you following me? Are you following me? ... Not You got lost Socks and draws I'm doing laundry Call me when you want me Want me when you need me Want this to be easy? So do I I want you to believe me Been frontin' since the BC [Hook] [Verse 3]: Breakin' this track in the places So what you crack and make ya track skip Is basically what happens when I break on the track Paper relax I got my blackberry Do I type fast? Very But I write fast that's scary Besides, the view of my thumbs is the truth I get flashbacks of how my mind would run in the booth And y'all n***as just ruin the booth Super slow running and honey Winnie the Pooh-ing this youth And who's the loser who can maneuver the coupe? But only when imagining driving So this rapping is wildin' So f** whoever is rapping behind him Hamilton, Charles in front the accurate line-up My fault for packing ya time up With such spectacular rhyme stuff I'm up, up and away Go play, OK? Just deal with me I'm a cold day, Hombre [Hook]