Big Trouble

[Intro]
*Owl hooting*
[?] Khary ([?])
Why you [?] ([?])
Well, there's trouble out there
Well, Khary's a [?], bro
Damn

[Verse 1]
Woke up this morning with nothing to do
Put on some new garments, I found my calling
My homies keep calling like, "Why are you stalling?"
"You should just kill 'em, you could make millions"
"And bring back that feeling", I’m ready, I’m willing
My head to the ceiling, my mind in the sky
Cloud is a nine
Look in the mirror like, what is a god? Is it not I?
Cookies crumble, want a piece of the pie?
Dedications are the reason we die
What you love'll kill you, I'm surprised I ain’t drowned yet
Stole the show, and I ain't sure if it's sound-checked
Getting checks, I ain’t get a chance to count yet
Taxin' niggas, I’m gon’ need an accountant
Ponce De León, I done found me the fountain of youth
You can’t deny I’m the truth (Water)

[Chorus]
I keep my
Head up high
Prepared to say my
Last goodbyes
My wings are strong
My hearts intact
Been gone so long
I might never come back
I’ll see-
See you later
Know that freedom isn’t money
It’s the acres
Where you land, where you land
I got plans, I got fans
I got jams, don’t need friends
I need bands, I need bands

[Verse 2]
Capital One, niggas always worried about what’s in your wallet
I met your girl, got her number, don't call it
I'm more concerned about making deposits
I brush my teeth and don't turn off the faucet
I mean, I'm flowing, I do it subconsciously
Shit on these rappers, hope Charmin'll sponsor me
Future’s promising
Don't need you to promise me- something
"Men In Black", Will Smith
Huh? Press that red button
Assembly lines, your lyrics malfunction
How do fuck-boys always get re-production?
Arresting the pussy, just watch who you cuffin'
Chickens head known for the cluckin'
Y'all niggas known for the nothin', y'all niggas known for the bluffin'
I do not need Robitussin
I-
I feel high, and I ain't even hit the bong
I-
I like 'em old, I might even hit your mom
Grease lightning, uhhh-
I like 'em dumb, I might even hit a blonde
Heh...
Rydell High when she hit them intercoms
Get up in her pond, been a minute, um
Poser niggas still shop at Billabong
Name ain't Khare-y, how you always get it wrong?
World of Richard Scarry’s where I get it from
Always busy, always witty
Ciroc boys, yeah, you always Diddy
Popping bottles, but your CD frisby
Hope somebody catch it, you gon' have to miss me, ayy!

[Chorus]
I keep my
Head up high
Prepared to say my
Last goodbyes
My wings are strong
My hearts intact
Been gone so long
I might never come back
I’ll see-
See you later
Know that freedom isn’t money
It’s the acres
Where you land, where you land
I got plans, I got fans
I got jams, don’t need friends
I need bands, I need bands