DMV

[Intro: Ben Beal]
(yeah thats perfect)
(I dunno, I dunno)
It’s J in the motherfuckin’ house
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ben Beal]
It used to just be birds in my DS
Now I'm build to labs like an evil genius
I don’t to class cause I’d rather be making music
Parents wantin’ a degree, doubt I’m ever gonna use it

Sleepin’ through psychosis, going through the motions
I do not belong like plastic bags up in ocean
Motivation frozen, reality is chopped and screwed
Kobe taught me life is short so take a shot or two

Watchin’ cartoons I should be up on a job hunt
What can I bring to tables like a motherfuckin’ potluck
As i write this my teacher is probably teachin’
My class is probably readin’ [?] but I’m smokin weed again

J told me if he dont get on the metro
He won't ever make me a beat again or play the next show
I want something that they told me that I’ll never get
Like a not retarded president

[Hook: Ben Beal, Will Kobus]
I’m in the DMV when you runnin out of time
Tryin’ to keep a level head, I’ve been tellin to the crime

I’m in the DMV, but I ain’t gettin my license
They hate that they like me, they scared of all these stages and writing

I’m in the DMV I always put it on the line
Been workin’ overtime lookin’ for a sign

I’m in the DMV and I don’t know if I’mma make it
Until then I’ll stay chasin’, word

[Verse 2: Will Kobus]
My rastafarin to I’m scoffin’ on a constellation
Young house [?] to the sneakers aimin’
Straight out of self embarcin’ peace and love but still maintaining
An upper hand along the checker board against my ankles

I always been the type to dodge the anger
Took a different route like missin’ turns along the highway
Completely jaded some days of the week the other few I spend embracin’ changes
Praising the fact that I grew some day to find and still ain’t changin’
I never count the cycle raided round my Prodda
Native tongue exhausted by the run of mirror shows of son of more and more
I focus on a morph of self its all a form of excavation diggin’ deep
Connect the pieces never one or whole

From folks that pull in faces [?] strum or somethin’
Music to they ears convince oppression rooted in the fear of retribution
Gotta pen these verses stupid only bit
I’mma sock and drip within the withered movement

[Hook: Ben Beal, Will Kobus]
I’m in the DMV when you runnin out of time
Tryin’ to keep a level head, I’ve been tellin to the crime

I’m in the DMV, but I ain’t gettin my license
They hate that they like me, they scared of all these stages and writing

I’m in the DMV I always put it on the line
Been workin’ overtime lookin’ for a sign

I’m in the DMV and I don’t know if I’mma make it
Until then I stay chasin’, word