Nonsense - Whatever lyrics

[Verse 1: Mega Trife] I'm seeing red behind my closed eyes due to the sun I rise to a brand new day I got a second chance so I'mma take advantage, see the world Don't need a girl I need to get right And come into focus like animals in front of headlights I said twice that I'mma be a better man But everything a brother tried to do it seem I never can Then again, maybe my effort isn't enough Like playing Texas when, every gamble isn't a bluff Tough titties, I lace up my boots A buck fifty on my feets when I'm walking the streets of rough cities Son hit me on the phone last week, messing around I took it serious and called him a clown Little did I know, that he was right about the plight of black man And that can, mess with anybody with skin the color of Afghans You probably think it's a conspiracy B But I got my headphones on so it's whatever to me [Hook 2X: Mega Trife] And it's whatever, yes it's whatever You got a bottle well I got a gla** baby we can do this together Like, whatever, you better get it if you can Cuz time don't wait for no man, it's like whatever [Verse 2: Mega Trife] Everybody's crazy, maybe for a good cause I would pause but only if it weren't for Pete Rock that's banging out my iPod My hood's on, my head's down, oblivious to everything Five dollar gas and corporations embezzling For cash cats will probably flash more led, than Zeppelin Keisha's out of rehab on the corner F'ed up again If I could get my dick hard, then maybe I would stuff it in Is what these young dudes say their eyes it's only lust in them I must have been a genius in a past lifetime To be an idiot today and still spit raps like mines Brothers are foolish, acting like Trife, doesn't do this When they the type of men to kiss more men than Judas I could prove it, but right now I'm zoned out, no doubt The government is kicking everybody out their own house You probably think it's a conspiracy B But I got my headphones on so it's whatever to me [Hook 2X] [Verse 3: Mega Trife] It's like I'm falling from the sky without a parachute or jet pack It's jet black And T minus 70 seconds before my head crack I guess that, in '82 I came out the womb, into a d**h trap And nobody told me that I should get back Mama want a boy, my father wanted a son Assumed I'd be a man if I made it to 21 And that was '03 so I hope he, isn't disappointed Cuz I ain't have a say in the matter, I was appointed To the world without a manual, and you will learn That if you burn you could get your L jacked son, like Samuel And a pull off your cigarette I figure just Brothers wanna k** stress like women want a bigger chest In the mess my life's in I feel great Cuz I never deal with oxymoron a** people that's real fake You probably think it's a conspiracy right But I got my headphones on so it's whatever to Trife [Hook 2X]