Fickle Mind

Tryna find a flow like ain't that mine
Always  think about how I hate my mind
Always  up to something
And im never doin nothin
Just like its poker
I  can call you bluffin
Choke  her just a little bit
Only if she bites the tip
Told  ya got a fickle mind
Not really the brittle kind
Oh? You want a little smoke
Hit you with the bigger nine
Always  improving just need a bit of better rhymes
Not really the same as you
Think I’m just a different type
Went through a small phase
Think its just the bitter times
Think I should switch up the flow now
Timmy Turner wishes like I'm livin for eternity
Signin bitches titties lookin at those who inspired me
And I ain't quittin ’til I look boss man in the face and say
Fucken fire me
Spaced out my mind
That's a star gaze
Using over used bars
Like new craze
See that I'm winnin from a mile away
Thinkin 'bout the old days
Stop beatin round the bush bitch whatchu tryna say
Once chapter 2's done get ready for a new phase
Took the flow off token
Thats a death wish and I know it
People look like whats he smokin
Most thoughts stay unspoken
But I'm comin hard
Just a little bit
Like a little bit of trickle rain
My brains havin a hard time pumpin out rhymes
Sometimes I'm like
Aw fuck I hate havin a fickle mind
Aha