Equalibrum - NP2LA lyrics

[Verse 1] A gla** of hite up in right hand, a camel in my left Lifestyle menace to my lifespan, been handling the stress A flannel on my chest, face is a blotchy mess Yet most of Los Angeles is just chasing my sloppy seconds Yeah, I said I've already been there Shake my hand and smile, pretending that sh** is sincere When you're needed you disappear into thin air But we gon' finish first by the tip of our chiny chin hairs Nay-sayers need to sick a duck Sip a fifth of what hit my lips when I tip the cup City slicker mix hick sit listen up Stomping through your stomping through your stomping ground singing I don't give a f** But if I gotta say it then I kinda do And if I'm lying to myself then why wouldn't I lie to you And hide the truth behind the guys of being mindless youth Who keep counting they pigeons before they up and find the coup [HOOK] Yeah, it's North Pole 'til the d**h of me A little Los Angeles been sprinkle in the recipe If you love something you suppose to set it free So if I ain't calling darling I'm just tryna let it breathe Yeah, it's North Pole 'til the d**h of me But the cityscapes sorta taking up the rest of me If you love something you suppose to set it free So if I ain't calling darling I'm just tryna let it breathe Never quite sure why I'm waiting That's probably how I stay patient I spend my days placing these names To all these handshakes to match the blank faces My nightmares tend to come true As I run through the things I succumb to Grind my teeth and sleep until my gums [?] Just to say f** right when I come to [Verse 2] I'm back on my Zach Morris steez Calling timeouts and snapback to normalcy Team Tui stacking fat stacks of pharaohs green Sending with a tattoo symbol of that fleur de lis Cause when them saints get to marching in I'll bet you I'm the last man standing with the heart to win Steady laughing at your sadness 'til you start to grin Acting like a martyr when you ain't even a part of sh** Fronting like a half a** pacifist Nothing but a hashtag activist We'll see who gets the last laugh after this Treating my apartment like a crash pad, naps and sh** Cause I'm a stone cold loner Motor home roller, roll cologne tone oder The type to let your lady know you don't own And if she starts to act up I'm prone to go phone her [HOOK]