St. Nic - Grapevine lyrics

[Verse 1: St. Nic] I might need a doctor, I'm so ill I got to See some medical attention maybe I just ought to Get me something proper, got to stop this bot yeah Lately I been spinning like the blades on helicopters Maybe I should just go ahead, spit over this canvas And first note you knew you were no longer in Kansas Let your mind go as she dances Out of this world you won't find it on no atlas I be coming hard like Vince Carter from the baseline I don't gotta ask anymore I just take mine All I gotta do is move the arrow back to make time And on my headphones I'm tuned into the grapevine So you better say something good about me I be taking hits, yeah I hit about three And I get irrational when I'm not sober So you best be bobbing like you saying yes over and over Bob your head to the lyrical casanova Spitting venom like a King Cobra Have a seat student you must earn your diploma Maybe you'll just get it when you're older [Bridge: St. Nic] Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go Now we know, now we know, now we know, yeah we know You k**ed that Nic [Verse 2: Taxi] Not wrote in 6 months, might spit it off the top When the pen run out the mind don't ever stop Never stop no Where ya a** was at did you wonder where I'd go Weather never hot whether thunder or it snows There's a hundred hoes here and they lurking like they crows Where my bros? I don't know They never hit me up unless we getting comatose'd I just need a pick me up when I'm feeling kinda low Dicking down a s*ut then explode like Dynamo That's Magic, so cla**ic Fly sh** only my fabric No Dragic but my Heat Dipo on the fryer Victor, no Vaughn cos the man got fired Almost retired, took so long to get inspired I need to get higher Not smoked in 6 years but I feel that I could start All these hopes and fears are weighing very heavy on my heart Pa**ed some reports so they saying that I'm smart Wish that I was ga**ed but don't care about your charts Don't care about your charts, I really don't Try to play fair always knowing that I won't And this little toned devil that I really wanna bone Acting all grown with those freckles on her nose It's a shame she got a man or I'd wrestle off her clothes Make her scream my name as she curls up her toes So off-topic, catch a plane to the tropics Mad exotic b**h and some bad narcotics And I'm only ever stopping when Kanye tweets Album only dropping when I get the Jay feat Write a verse for Dre but don't want his beats Only time I don't dream is when I fall asleep, goddamn