Eyes red as teen wolf from the foul line Now I’m 38 in my prime, about time See you in the funny papers, Like Ziggy doing lines of stardust Going out of his mind, ugh Hope that distracts you on your little hump day Working for the weekend In the trap, bumping gunplay Yeah, yeah, Draw a line Right where I’m standing These gems that I’m handing Nice with the pen like Shandling Yeah, Larry Sanders state of mind tho They smaller than a zygote delete 'em like a typo Ugh, carry 70 cash Up in my Crown Royal bag, I'm talking 70 racks I'm talking no phone tag Man, you better relax I ain't takin' calls no more (Nah, nah, listen, listen I’m of that shit man, off the grip This what we doin right now, haha FiveSe7en Collective, Luvjonez, J57 Uh, the dynamic duo is back (second track) They got their tryptophan base Leaking z’s out their forehead Bout to blow up like a warhead, listen honor the sabbath, then walk to the tavern Tell 'em lies, eat that shit up Just like Shooter McGavin Wait, so, Is it the shoes?, is it the shoes? Anything I choose Classify it as the blues They know I paid my dues Clouded up my dome Golden seal, on the real Looks like your man crush Monday Died at a gender reveal What the fuck is that All them cap Betta' run it back When we used a DAT Analog in fact I know my stats Fortified and no sign of boredom And all the times I was out on tour And I was dying for Jordans But couldn’t afford em so now I buy em in full assortment, ugh

Eyes red as teen wolf from the foul line Now I’m 38 in my prime, about time See you in the funny papers, Like Ziggy doing lines of stardust Going out of his mind, ugh Hope that distracts you on your little hump day Working for the weekend In the trap, bumping gunplay Yeah, yeah, Draw a line Right where I’m standing These gems that I’m handing Nice with the pen like Shandling Yeah, Larry Sanders state of mind tho They smaller than a zygote delete 'em like a typo Ugh, carry 70 cash Up in my Crown Royal bag, I'm talking 70 racks I'm talking no phone tag Man, you better relax I ain't takin' calls no more (Nah, nah, listen, listen I’m of that s*** man, off the grip This what we doin right now, haha FiveSe7en Collective, Luvjonez, J57 Uh, the dynamic duo is back (second track) They got their tryptophan base Leaking z’s out their forehead Bout to blow up like a warhead, listen honor the sabbath, then walk to the tavern Tell 'em lies, eat that s*** up Just like Shooter McGavin Wait, so, Is it the shoes?, is it the shoes? Anything I choose Classify it as the blues They know I paid my dues Clouded up my dome Golden seal, on the real Looks like your man crush Monday Died at a gender reveal What the f**** is that All them cap Betta' run it back When we used a DAT Analog in fact I know my stats Fortified and no sign of boredom And all the times I was out on tour And I was dying for Jordans But couldn’t afford em so now I buy em in full assortment, ugh