22 - MAN DEEP

I was

Talking to monster and taking of thief

While i was

Searching for one thing I had never believed

And as I

Scrounged my soul I explored my sins

Then when I

Looked outta window I saw glories underachieved and (x2)

Im 22 I’ve turned into a cool dude with nike shoes

Im highly viewed and introduced as brown crook who is slightly fused

I might be rude and my poetic views says straight what I think of you, one face,

not two, too hard to judge you cartoon

I’m letting you know what I wanna do what I’m gonna do will be outta blue

Im outta door somewhere in woods I can’t grow more on daddy’s food

It kills me good deep in my wounds the fact I can’t do what I should

I could?

how I could?

I’m mr miss-understood back in my hood

I’ve got a job to relay on, I’ll be lying if i say this all I want

Im trying to tie the bound i broke

First time I found my rhyme I lost

Adolescence and host the ghost most

Wanted dream of all to reach the top

Yeah folks roast it to ya Twitter, post

You’d never know how it is to be alone so crack jokes

I’d never show the tricks to keep it strong better fuck off

Back in autumn I got knocked down in scrotum, i’m at bottom

Yeah, Nobody fucks with the bottom but bottom is the next top

I was

Talking to monster and taking of thief

While i was

Searching for one thing I had never believed

And as I

Scrounged my soul I explored my sins

Then when I

Looked outta window I saw glories underachieved and (x2)

It’s not grammatically fine

Dramatically rhymed

And cleverly grind

To precisely timed

Im hard to find

Im undefined

My wonder lines strikes as a thunder shines

I’m mr prime yeah

Im under debt

My daddy’s bank

All I am left with is 100 cents

How I’m gonna pay my

Dues and tax and rents

Sufficiently stressed

My head process

Thoughts like tie a rope to throat and

Other end to fan

Climb up a bench and wrench

I just can’t

Cuz I live on hope

Someday imma make it top

To my spot

And than it’ll all be under my control

Till then on I’ve gotta keep it strong

I mighta walk alone

To my mom please don’t mourn

Your boy will buy you a home

And these songs are all I got

To leave behind me when I’m gone

I don’t know, why them ladies call me mr Don Juan

I’m brown Snowdon deserve a miss storm

Or.

I was

Talking to monster and taking of thief

While i was

Searching for one thing I had never believed

And as I

Scrounged my soul I explored my sins

Then when I

Looked outta window I saw glories underachieved and (x2)

(OUTTRO)

HAHAHA

How does that feel?

It feels so good

Doubt me bitch

To all the haters out there… will be back

It feels so good in here, yeah… you can’t stop me now, i am on my way

I will be back with more… yeah anhan yeah hahahahah…