Here we go again, my brain turn into liquid from the liquor I depend
My mind turn into flubber then I’m trying to make amends
I get a little stoned to try to tackle what’s ahead
A writers stone a writers block , a writers rocky edge
With the pen
I swear I’m at the ledge or the pen
I’ swear I’m at the ledge of pretend
Chances are if I’m popping off then I’m aiming to offend
No offence
My mind
Staying on defence
Try to write a song then it’s feeling like a defect
Try to write a bar then I’m feeling like a heathen
Try to ride a bar then my memory is beaten
Ah, I don’t know what to do
Creative in my craft but a blanks what I drew
When you aiming for the green you can often feel blue
But they calling me the Bause cause I’m heavy on the sauce

Hook:
Calling me the Bause cause I’m Heavy with the Sauce right?
Calling me the Bause cause I'm heavy with the Sauce like
Calling me the Bause cause I'm heavy with the Sauce right?
Calling me the bause cause im.. haha, Fuck it

Coming back, once again, and I don’t give fuck
Sweet bars like honey best believe that’ll you get stuck
In my brain, when I spit, shit I’m really throwing up
I’ve been dim, but I’m bright, shit I'm really glowing up
On these n***as
Change up, switch up, hit another flow
Mainframe, pick up, when I’m putting on a show
Rhyme scheme, flip up, when I’m scheming on the low
White girl, with us, and we going Blow for Blow
Every line I'm cutting up, got you thinking got you going like you really fucking up
Second that I left my mommas crib I started growing up and the minute that I found Backroom shit I started blowing up
I was quiet, I was timid, I was sticking to my lane
Everyone’s a critic when you’re doing you’re own thang
Everyone comes gunning when it’s someone else to blame
So best believe I’m running, doing circles round the game
Motherfuckers
I don’t, ever rock a lease
Two years in a whip, bitch that’s sounding like a leash
Well sheesh, got damn, how you ever finding peace
Got debt so big, you can buy a masterpiece
Been in school so long where the fuck is your degree
I didn’t wanna go y’all gave me third degree
Came Out from the fire like 10,000 degrees
Royal blood in My veins MIA 2 Florida Keys
MotherFucker
Hook:
Calling Me the Bause cause I'm Heavy with the Sauce right?
Calling me the Bause cause I'm Heavy with the Sauce like