Teo Rhode - Beezus VI lyrics

[Produced by Teo Rhode] [Intro: Hey! Baby by Bruce Channel] Hey, hey baby I wanna know If you'll be my girl [Brad] This is a terrible idea [Verse 1: Teo Rhode] 6th rap, 6th place, tell me that they miss Drake Mixtapes: fire, I burn all of my mistakes Lift weights, in shape, not Magic, spin plates I've got 32 girls waiting, all of them wish they Get to Roc-A-Fella, my wallet's mozzarella Johnson gets me lotta friends, M. Geller This verse is like magic, call me Penn & Teller They bump it so hard, H. Keller I'm the best, like a seller down at Bookends I'm sharp kinda like where the hook ends Where the best days at: dog, you took them I'll sprinkle in the salt, I'm a cook then At a restaurant, I'm the best savant Which Senator will get my vote? Well, I guess Vermont Like a debutante, get accustomed to the share fee Can't pa** customs in these shoes, I'm in my bare feet Tracking you down is like hunting for some rare meat I need my dude, not his basement; but do you have a spare suite? But this is gonna tear me In half, maybe into quadrants, dog, but I skipped the cla** And man; Winter break went by pretty fast I'm new to the game, but this verse sure ain't my last I'm getting big like Sean and I hope it isn't too late I'm rushing like a frat so I might trip on my shoe lace I try to throw it back to when I was playing Runescape Yo Brad, I'm a nomad: expert with the suitcase I'm tied up like a bouquet I'm rising up like the sun does on a new day I tried to find a crew like ours but there isn't many bruh So now I'm talking to myself like I got schizophrenia I'm tryna throw it back to when we were young like Angelica They tell you "chase your dreams", then say you won't make a penny; huh? But your boys will be behind you If you're a treasure buried on Mars we'll still find you So I hope you drop a line soon I know you're busy, trust me when I say I'm on my grind too I'm rapping from my mind to My mouth; men are dogs, I spit it out It's a cold winter, dog, are we going south? I hang more with Paul and Ryan; Speaker of the House I don't mean to be cra**, just writing, Conde Nast You're so high you see hawks, should have ran it but you pa**ed When's the last time I saw you, think I lost my contacts You even come upstate, let's hike the Adirondacks Freestylin', I'm violent, I could've signed the contracts Instead I wrote about you in every one of my songs, Brad [Verse 2] But I'm locked in a vault and my bars are tight This verse is preserved, like a UNESCO site My words: absurd, but I've seen you up in Ithaca Is this the new Bones beef, he wouldn't even sit with ya? Eleven in the morning, on Mondays and through Fridays So many Haus parties, called your basement my place It's been a few months since you've even seen my face Might not see you ‘til I'm 90: I'll be sideways [Verse 3] But I guess we're growing older Every morning got the Folgers Soon we'll be at 9-5's, marching like we're soldiers But for now you're only twenty f** a watch, man we've got plenty The lights of Manhattan couldn't even dent me It's looking bright between us, as well as for your future Can of worms was opened but we'll close it like a suture I lost track, and the fact is I got distracted by my word plays Final lap, eradicate it; cracking through in first place They're clapping like fanatics, but for me it's automatic I'm erratically arriving at my point: happy birthday!! [Outro] [Brad: Laugh]