Little Prince - Ice House lyrics

Prince got problems, no I don't, shawty Stuck up into clubbing like a bubblegum party Rub a dub enough and you'll become a drunk, hardly Stumbling around the club, a type of brother who's falling Described to a T, that's me Demonic eyes you can see from the trees Weed to a vine, I'm a leaf from a leave all season Exit stage left, naw, shawty, not even See I'm posted like the pictures in museums Scheming, smoking away my stresses from the evening Thinking, if I had the dollars I was dreaming I wouldn't even Have to bother papa and my mama for some dollars That I probably won't see profit from 'cause I am dumb Probably purchase pot and get to coughing like I'm iron lung And run through the streets like cats and dogs Till it's mud on my feet like a crackhead's palm... Now that doesn't make much sense, indeed And that's not to say that sense could be What I demonstrate cause I demonstrate what I think'll make me H-A-P-P-Y Oh 'cause, I wanna [x6] Prince look crazy, no I don't shawty People still be wearing corduroys to my knowledge Evil can't affect the Holy Ghost inside I, uh Think I'm bout to take the closest road to like college I'ma utterly expose them Dare to whisper that the brother ain't chosen; if something ain't golden Papa need a new pair of shoes Won't hurt touching people hoping they could get appraised before work Then I could be rolling Telling stories like I used to be Steve Urkel, shawty, now, I'm Hulk Hogan If someone ain't told them And I'll scream in fun till ya'll ears get numb Cause my hearing aid's jammed, too darn crunk's what I am Can't stand still, an ant pile jumped in my pants But you think I would be scratching like a cat, naw dog 'stead I'm running over people like a crackhead's car... Now that doesn't make much sense, indeed And that's not to say that sense could be What I demonstrate cause I demonstrate what I think'll make me H-A-P-P-Y Oh 'cause, I wanna [x6] Things don't phase me, maybe that's why I Never had directors biographing my life Though, can't nobody else embody actions like mine I take the bulk of it and write a rap To describe timelines where I place facts in-cre-ment-ly Tied to the fact that Him hath sent me down through the wrath of the e-ne-my He knowing I was built for this That was the beginning ya'll, now, I can't finish A million miles an hour on the rapper with the Hemi So, bet a million dollars on the rapper for the kiddies I bet that million dollars automatically start to flipping Ya'll just don't get it Or you just merely Suffer from idio-ha-ha syndrome Oh, you know who can stop me, well, send them Bet I send them running like a track contender Thinking he could take my throne I'll never let a stranger run up in my home All off in my space and trying to read me like prone That's like letting satan crawl up in my dome, homes That doesn't make much sense to me [x3] So, let me retain what sense could be like...