YELLOWBØY
Priest (Redux)
[Verse 1]
Take a dope beat, turn it into somethin'
Add herb and spices, turned it into stuffing
Herbal remedies, turn it into puffin'
Hands on the bonnet, turned it into cuffin'
Sonnet 43, now I'm just bluffin'
Failed poetry, yeah, I know nothin'
But I can bake bars like a pie in the oven
Or a cake or a cookie or a crumble or a muffin
Ice in my glass, quench my thirst
Poison gas, go head first
Working-class man, damn, that's the worst
And when you do me like that, man, I feel submersed
In a lake of lava, lake o' trauma
Got no time for your melodramas
On the corner sellin' marijuana
Goal in life is simple, make some commas
E in Drama, D in Maths
Got no cares, I got different paths
And these tracks ain't shit, these just drafts
Dragon's Dogma, what you cast?

[Verse 2]
Used to face problems, now I'm just runnin'
Karma's on my ass, the second coming
Thinkin' on my past, what am I becoming?
Everyone asking me what am I becoming
Somethin' else, somethin' yellow
Somethin' calm, somethin' mellow
Wobblin' on the beat like I'm made of Jello
Orchestra in my mind, cue the cello
Can't think of a chorus so now I'm just talkin'
Slow like a tortoise, now I'm just shockin'
See a pretty girl, interlocking
Interrupted by impatient knocking
Answer the door, who the fuck this is?
Oh, you again? You should call it quits
You should make like a Kit Kat and split
No housefly, stay out of this shit
I'm done