[Intro]
Yeah, this is, the third time that I've died
I'm dead
But it's okay

[Verse 1]
I walk into the club
Slap bitches and whacking girly
Just for fun, I rub my eyes 'til my vision swirly
I'm lost ,but my style is fat, like Herley Sherley
Headed to the city get pulled over by Berkeley
It must have been the donuts, that makes the cops go nuts
March twenty-second, went crazy and gave no fucks
You turn up rappers need to save some pussy for the rest of us
Diss the drugs and now my mind on another level, trust
I'm Jesus Christ without the cross, I'm a boss
My last name is Salad cos they know I get it tossed
I spit a bunch of dumb words and hope the hoes like it
I believe my mind's enlightened leaving whack emcees frightened

[Bridge]
There's a black hole in my mind
Where there's nothing is where I want to be
Come and chill with me
There's a black hole in my mind
Where there's nothing is where I want to be
Come and chill with me
There's a black hole in my mind

[Verse 2]
Cos I'm living in the end zone
Chilling with my headphones
Break my brother out hole so he can get home
I don't know what is happening
Except for this rapping thing
I used to take it slow, but my life is moving rapidly
Second after second, instead of day by day
I wish you gave a fuck about what I say
This the type of shit you play and wonder why you like me
Hitting bitches with my writing cos I don't take no lightly
I slowly stepped back and forgot those who knew me
I took a new identity under the name, Dewey
The sun is Reese, and my n***a moon is Malcolm
Your bitch is always wrong
Hit her with the Captain Falcon Punch
Eating words for lunch, I got a hunch that the world is out to get me
Got evidence, but not much
I see this empty notepad
And know that if I hold back, I'll never go back
[Hook]
Maybe I'm just crazy
Maybe I'm just stupid
Maybe I'm just crazy
Maybe I'm just stupid
Maybe I'm just crazy
Maybe I'm just stupid
Maybe I'm just crazy
Maybe I'm just stupid

[Verse 3]
Maybe I'm both
Maybe that's not the case
Ask me if I care, by looking into my face
Cool story bro
Your girl has never heard me flow
But if she ever got the chance, then maybe you should worry more
You heard me from a distance
I hope you keep your distant
In an instant, I throw a bitch fit, on my pimp shit
My therapist, is the biggest fan of my rants
Never sugarcoat the truth, that's how you get the ants

[Verse 4]
New approach, new games, and new coach
I'll pass on the roach
Just hand me emcees I can roast
Z double O
Without a trouble flow
I keep it subtle, though and lowkey
Like undercover hoes
Under those reasons, that I never visit
Fuck all your songs, bruh
I'd rather hear the crickets
So, fuck all your tickets and girls that let you hit
Rap, you need to quit it
And understand your limits
[Verse 5]
Most cats ain't with it cos this road is too rigid
Maybe if you stopped being a dumbass
You'd get it
Next day's the test day, write raps instead of essays
Most cats won't stand for nothing like you at the gym on leg day
I'm too cool for segways, too whack to get paid
I got half a blunt, and got hoes
Let's trade
But let's say, I can make music and never work?
Sounds awesome
Call all the hoes you know that can twerk

[Outro]
And let's make videos
And write whack lyrics
Hit the blunt and cheer up, Buttercup
That's the spirit
Let's make it rain on the tricks
That get sick sucking dick
And put it on the internet
Cos that's my shit
And let's make videos
And write whack lyrics
Hit the blunt and cheer up, Buttercup
That's the spirit
Let's make it rain on the tricks
That get sick sucking dick
And put it on the internet
Cos that's my shit