LSS 2

[Verse 1]
Uh, 9:30 in the morning, hit the snooze up
Twenty-three, but I'm feelin' like a loser
Really slept 'til like eleven again
Got my homie talkin' to me about heaven again
And I ain't sayin' that I go against Jesus
Or how he preachin', let him have beliefs
I don't listen to a priest, but I'm all about the peace
Poor peeps starve, while the rich all feasting
Tryna get Steven
Something like King for my bright ideas
I'm a bulb in a dark room
Sketchin' stories like a cartoon
Sippin' Harpoons
In the car, toons playin' while I'm drivin' down the boulevard
Tried to park, but it's full of cars
So I cruise while I bump Stankonia
Feelin' presidential like a podium
Haters stayin' salter than sodium, bitter
Wait, why these white kids throw around (nigga)
Dawg, you suburban
Using it so nonchalant
You from New Hampshire and Vermont
Shit's awkward

[Chorus]
Lyrical smooth shit
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with
Yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm really living like there's no tomorrow
Yeah, I hear 'em taking shots, like an open bar
I got an open heart, but this a open art
Got me watching all these interviews on Lord Jamar
Now, I don't really wanna step on toes, but
If I don't get my foot through the motherfucking door
I'ma break it down, so let me break it down
They talk shit, 'til I spit, then don't make a sound
I don't care for either black, nor white people
I like nice people
Real life people
Tryna be surrounded by the right people
Fuck a quick buck scheme tryna heist people
Chicka, chicka, chick, chick, chicka
I get spins from the liq-liq-liquor
I an't really drinking like I used to
Used to rip shots, 'til I puke, ew
Halfway through the night, that's a intermission
Lighten up the load, then you drinkin'
And ladies, gents, that's the way it is
Just some wild crazy kids being stupid

[Chorus]
Lyrical smooth shit
Lyrical smooth shit that murderers move with
Yeah