[Verse: Michael Christmas]
I always try to be the best at everything
But that ain't worth it
Last place after last place
I'm the worst whole weight
Think I'll maybe see my dreams in a hearse
No way
Skip school when it was a snow day
Sneak into the studio and smoke a pack of do re (lalalalalala)
Sing loud and talk shit and make a mill or more ey
If you can do it
That's what them older n***as always say
You can hear the lack of faith like its BET church day
(And I feel it)
And this is a work day
I smoked, at a bacon, egg & cheese, then I wrote
Later on Imma watch my best friend play a show
And we gon' do the same shit in different parts of the globe
When they let us up in space, Imma play the most shows
Fuck the most green hoes and take mad photos
Think back to the times sitting in the dojo
Writer's block got me hot like I lost my mojo
Got my powers back, international on both coasts
Man of mystery, and I'm making new black history
And I know you missing me
The last (?) weird
Got you n***as throwing bitch fits
Tick tick