Joe Hurley - Burnt Takeout lyrics

Bringing back the old flow, back like a yo yo Grab the mic like its fro yo, and spit it like a blow hole But I'm not shamoo and you'll be remiss if you think that No hit or miss with your knee cap, got you down I need a rerack Give me a sour patch, I'm a sour batch of apples I'm on toadstools, a toad still, yall tadpoles Snapple I'm the factual, in the realm of the actual My plans all tactical, Can't sense me with your tactual Can't catch my noumenal, I'm school in you on who is cool Crucial to my essence yall peasants I'm a super tool Power not enough, I'm in the rough I need a driver And my girl need the wood, so don't call me a survivor I got lucky from a lucky spot, sorry for the sorry plot Shabbat shalom rest now, you're a sorry lot Atari not my system, I'm a piston gimme oil Valvoline supreme imma stay stickin out the soil Growth where unexpected I'm the flower in the freeway My bae where the tea stay at ck no relay No need to pa** off imma bout o blast off Runnin like I'm ha** hof, slow lane no cast off But more a cast away, saving Wilson for a darker day The marker may be a way to find out what the martyr say Smarter heigh, G-M-O plant the seed watch it grow Cha-cha-chia flow I'm like Julia child, no cooking mild recipes Indulging wild ecstasies, with no one sitting next to me Tripping vision, split decision, to make this my whole ego See no like the evil, cause I stole a look from below I'l draw a line on paper just to show you it's irrelevant I'm just sediment, dust in the wind says the reverend Never end, that's my impediment spittin so irreverent Jettison the rest it's common sense like Jefferson Or Thomas pain it's all the same, I'm parking in the fire lane Sweeter than the sugar you could get from the entire cane I'm on a plane, no private jet, my best guess is I'll never get Done yet, with the sunset, she undress like no Vinaigrette But I'm settled never medaled in other peoples recipes More tobacco than the Chesapeake, still like a necessity But I seek longevity, i pursue it with my brevity Maybe find the melody, faithful like Penelope But not a Cruz more an odyssey, trapped in my philosophy Feel the weight on top of me, like I'm supposed to fill a prophecy But with no capabilities, I'm feelin all these sympathies To all them with the tendencies toward thriving on dependency So that's my dose of empathy, now let me back to pimpin these Tracks, hand me my pax, and kick it while I relax