Intuition - Duke Westlake Cypher lyrics

1 For the credit debt 2 For the Netflix 3 E-mails each from 4 Internet chicks, and 5 For the fingernails bitten to the skin The sixth sense sinner blowing kisses in the wind, look Booked a gig, sipped a fifth and missed the show though Hit a christmas shin dig to kiss the mistletoe ho's I don't wear rubbers stick my dick in every hole So if I die by the third verse, insert a whistle solo Yeah, I'm by the dock of the bay Throwing dollars in a coffin, locking profits away Off my rocker, drinking vodka straight shots to the face Until I call my boss and say "I need off for the day" You should probably go and bite your bottom lip That might help you harbor that problem you got with talking sh** Intuition rolls with an awesome clique Grab a rapper by the throat and tell him hop up off the di-dic- Dictionary dialect, keeping they vagina's wet I put the coke in Miley Cyrus' sinuses Tryna find a sign that says I'm fine with where my mind has been And then decide that I haven't quite decided yet Keep it realer than titties that sag to belly bu*tons You can try but you haters just can not tell me nuthin' I think my conscience has been severed from inside Cos I live life like I ain't ever gonna die, no The flows Einstein, sipping a white wine My breezy on that Einsenhower type of power, dime fine Peep the timeline, wreck records since nine-nine At every show I got fans reciting memorized lines I ain't dumb, dummy Every word that come from me Meditated on breaths deep down in my lungs buddy The rap genius, you still need to come study Bet me, I don't need a peggy when selling these bud bundys Don't get stabbed in the back dude Look me in them snake eyes, shake dice, crap shoot I blast through the gla** roof I am not looking past you, I'm looking at-choo Gesundheit, move through the moonlight With two dykes who might, switch up if the tunes right Take them out to dinner on a school night and turn a fancy feast into a food fight Fiddlesticks I'm tired of getting played like the middle kid Speaking out of term until they pump me up with Ritalin Mr.Go-and-get-it-till-the-bitter-end Unless you find me dying at a dive off a whiskey binge, b**h