Lovejoy

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, uh

[Verse]
Please don't ask me 'bout no gang affiliation
'Cause when I hop on this mic I put and end to all the hatred
My album 'bout to drop, bet a gang of niggas waitin'
A couple haters say shit but only few can make it
Okay, it's basic, Breezy from the [?] Crew
We maintainin', indeed, I can beat you fools
You ain't amazin', now witness the changin'
The metamorphosis from dumb choruses to lush arrangements
Performed by orchestras, training game in my focus
[?] hangin' with Morpheus, he told me how this world wasn't what I hoped it was
So now I'm on some hocus-pocus dust
Jumpin' buildings, punchin' niggas through ceilings
Red or blue pill [?] I settled on the real, and
I can give a damn about how you feelin'
It's the shit I can't clear for the kids with open ears
Smokin' dope, hopeless, by the peer, yeah, I feel them
You drunk crackin' jokes with your peers
Well, throw this in your iPod, connect it to your AUX
And travel out 'til your mind's lost in the paradox
And shout out to Orchestrator from the [?]

[Interlude]
"Okay, look, kid, you're doing decent for yourself, you know. You got this mixtape, 'Shit, I Can't Clear,' you got "Violets Are Blue" for the ladies, you're doing a lot of shows, but we gotta do some branding, man. You gotta get your name out there."
"LoveJoy, LoveJoy
LoveJoy, LoveJoy, I can hear them scream my name
Let me hear you say"
"Okay. Not bad, not bad, but it's not the harmonies that are gonna make them remember you, Breeze. It's repetition."
"Breezy LoveJoy, Breezy LoveJoy
Breezy LoveJoy, Breezy LoveJoy, Breezy"
"I think you got it."