KING COBRA

[Verse 1]
Flow, no inhibitions
These words come without a vision
I knew that I would go get it
I knew that I would've got it
A brew could've not have stopped me
A new way of thinking, copy
Do you copy? A cocky brandishing of my ghandi
Fuck you, fuck this... I don't need that shit
I got me, myself, and I, plus that DB clique
Got some EB hits, save them for the blitz
I could hit you with the run down but you would not get...
It, bitch, save it for the masses
Don't try talk to me because you find that I'm an asset
Playing by myself I could not focus in my classes
Fall asleep during lessons days move like molasses
Ask this question plenty times I asked this
If I wasn't making jokes
Would they still come hang round my basket
I don't need all the bullshit I just need to make a classic
The times that I forgot myself weren't me but just a facet
Fuck this

[Chorus]
Fuck this, fuck this shit
Fuck this, fuck this shit
Fuck, fuck this, shit
(alright lets get back to the meaning here)

[Verse 2]
Sloppily putting words together, like a toddler
Minus waddle plus the bottle but it ain't filled up with water
Did you ever stop to think that we were kids without a father
Shit I ain't need a dad, but I guess I was a bother
Too much for him to handle or too little for him to care
They just pressed their luck and gave no fucks and me she was to bare
These arms they're growing hairs, and deep down I wish him here
To hear my fucking bullshit but I wouldn't be my care
Free self, I wouldn't even be me
So for that I guess I thank him
But the thanking isn't with glee
Im missing half of my tree
No me in, family
I checked over the spelling but double checking is a key
I got that one from Khaled, Dj Khaled, it's a meme
See that's the type of shitty jokes you'd be missing out from me...
Just lightening the mood after bringing up that shitty dream
Or was it a fucking nightmare I could never seem to see
(never seem to see, oh)