Loneliest Wave in the Ocean - 607

I’ma kick these waves and be outcha hair in no time

Everyday I breathe in RAW sewage

For the past 10 years my albums been me tryna talk through it

These toxic tears the reason my beard won’t ever connect

My logic weird I’m stuck with peers I’ll never respect

I didn’t forget I’m just too smart recollect

My neck is smoother than the wax paper on a maxi pad

Choke me, yo hands slippin; summer day the coke can drippin

I know they can’t stand this crippin

Freestyling no planned decisions

Stupid choic that boy made

Bitch you just a square on my explor page

And me I’m just a man, hoping my imperfections make me more endearing

You scared to fight? eat at the plastic table wit the chirren

Hit me it’s no reply, I ain’t tryna deal witcha

All that fake designer, you just cosplayin a real nigga

Same time I’m still witcha, scrambled eggs and hot sauce

Baked beans wit the chopped up hot dogs, I ain’t forgot y’all

I’m just on some stick and move, soldier school, new improved

You tryna relax so what that the fuck that got to do witchoo?

A old head said it ain’t about yo salary

It’s all about your honor and the way you burn yo calories

Loneliest wave in the ocean but I’m steady mobbin

Don’t come this way with all that flaugin