Thiago - Sentimental lyrics

I'm kind of woozy, am I seeing alright? In space, moving, grooving, shooting meteorites Vision blurry, damn, can you chill with the lights? I'm not the same guy I am in the evening or night He's a fiend with the mic, but without it he's a nobody The meaning of life? I wouldn't really know, buddy He flows funny, his nose runny, his clothes bummy People listen to him a**uming that he can grow money Was a chubby little kid, playing Yu-Gi-Oh Little did they know that this tubby little dude could flow Did taekwondo for four years, always ran on poor gears Terrified of everything and too lazy to sort fears Course steers in opposite directions Had retracted back to path gaps and taught himself a lesson The pen is the strongest of the weapons and I reckon The suggestion of a wrecking if you're testing with your stepping Late night sessions, mastering the craft No half-a**ed tracks, put in everything he had Mad knowledge to speak but no one would stop and listen Talking is cheap, he spit it through his compositions You should resist the hoopla, new laws to who's raw Talking gats and pistols and he showed up with bazookas Hoo-hah! Like sipping coffee in a nude bar Different, MC's softer than Foofa It's rude, huh? They say I rhyme for the sake of it Saying I don't make any sense I say art is what you make of it You interpret it through your experience And every time I grip this pencil, on every instrumental Closer to my potential, got no time for sentimentals