[Intro]
Yo I'm sorry I'm mad
I have no idea why I'm mad
I just get mad, if time goes by

[Verse]
I keep a hoodie
I keep a woodie
I sprinkle sulphur with the stuff of legend
I'm not a chicken, you're a turkey
Standard, consider that Sand is sociopath sadness
Slanted, Looking hella regal, yo the eagle landed
Since this jumping like I'm not a brand
So that's how I've been branded
May as well be licking shots at random
I layer when the temperature dip
I am an intentionalist
I serve ceviche with Nietzsche
No thank you, ma'am
I do not need a band, I got a DJ
I'm like a earthworm in and out of soil
In and out of BK
The key to world peace is on my keychain
I promise you it's quite a keepsake
Like I keep saying
My eyes got a nice glaze
I think I might just hibernate inside an ice cave
I've jammed a lot of satellites
For giving lots of bad advice
And said a lot of "have a nice day"s
In God me trust
Any and all feats with my teeth freshly brushed
Neither frown nor blush
Cooperstown or bust
I step aside for pregnant ladies
As well as men and women that are well into their eighties
I rock my Fila and Le Tigre on the Tigris and Euphrates
My chain could take a eye out
Your favorite hall of famer never made it to the tryout
My rider has amenities, writer of obscenities that cry out
"This is my house"
"No one's gonna tell me not to blast my Amy Winehouse"
Let me find out
That you summered in the gutter
You should keep your mind out
Sippin' on a regional stout
I've a canvas and a easel and unreasonable doubt
Pick up the feed that shows me roaming around
Know how Homeboy doesn't play that ode to Homey D. Clown
This isn't Stoli, join me for another round
Of sparkling holy water, holy moly, holy cow
Having said all that
I hate to be the reason why you get off track
I sacrifice so fish can count to ten on land
I'm just tryna be a better man
I'm just tryna shout my demo
Get on Leno and on Letterman
But catch me cold, frontin'
I know to save that for the weatherman
I'm good for rolling sevens with whatever hand