Yeah
Yeah
Uh

Take my chances like I roll up the rim uh
Swaine will be a winner and he putting that on everything
Proof is in the pudding
Keep my fucking foot in
Do it for 'em, do it right or don't even do it
I used to be the one that blew it
Ima pick up where he left off
Ima change person like I saw another crime to stop
Skip the phone booth, I won't call a soul
I just pull up to the place I need to be and then I flow
Listen to the soft sax serenade you softly
Keeping up illusions, this is magic level poetry
Expert level speaking up puts speeches to shame
Got alliterations accurately aiming at fame
I might pick up a controller but not playing no games
I really drop a song a week and none are the same, uh
Ask a lot of questions but don't get desired answers
Responses that I'm looking for are coming with a catch, so
You won't catch me dead
Not making something fire
Black temple
Ice crown
Black rock, spire
Come with forty mans and I'm asking what's next?
Get me on a record, don't send me no text
Say it to me fully don't walk away faster
Mutter under breath, you against the grand master
Hundred songs deep, another fifty on the last one
Thank you for the love, Swaine coming in vaster

Ooh, shit
Fuck yeah, yeah
NV, Night Vibe, Toronto, Swaine