I look in my eyes
I don’t see no one else
I’m on the rise
I don’t need no one’s help
My life is mine
You won’t feel what I felt
Eyes on the prize, a kiss to the lips, and a knee where it’s felt
Because of the questions I pelt
I owe fees to elves
You’re mostly myself although that’s wholly my L
How else do pringles on the shelf
Stack up faster than singles from yellow
Previously black but a cowardly fellow
Intense in the rap but dastardly mellow
I look in my eyes
I don’t see no one else
I’m on the rise
I don’t need no one’s help
My life is mine
You won’t feel what I felt
Shorts in the winter and pants in the summer
Pancakes for dinner and pork chops for brunner
This man hit me up then I danced with his mother
That don’t mean shit but to say it it’s funner