Slanted

[Intro]
Nothin' else bro, but
You scrumbagin!
Yeah, you scrumbagin! That's my nigga bro, but
If you keep fallin' in the background bro, best believe you gon' be fallin' in the
Frontround too, nigga
That's some real life, bro, quit fuckin' with me nigga
I'm tryna rap, nigga!
Just rap
I'm trying to bro, on everything I'm fuckin' trying to and you back here doin' some
Bullshit bro why I bring your dumbass
Rap

[Chorus: My Favorite Color]
Don't know what dope means, but you a dope fiend
And I just re'd up, and I might show love
Come cop this vibe my nigga
Come get too high my nigga

[Verse 1: My Favorite Color]
Cocaine I'm Rick James
Dope like I'm Cobain, loopy as birds are
Shoot and wish 'pon stars
Party like rockstars, party like pornstars

You look like Uncle Fester
Met you on Wednesday, fuck what your friends say
Fuck what some [?] say
Kickin' like senseis, should've aborted me

Momma she raised a king, Poppa he raised a queen
Nigga no homo
Poppa he raised a queen, Momma she raised a king
Nigga no homo

Lately it's hard to think, really I hardly think
Nigga I'm hopeless
Lately I'm earlier, clock looking girlier
Need time to focus

[Chorus]
Don't know what dope means, but you a dope fiend
And I just re'd up, and I might show love
Come cop this vibe my nigga
Come get too high my nigga

[Verse 2: My Favorite Color]
Jesus I feel like a fetus I feel so defeated I need ya I need ya
Lucy I borrowed your hoopty without your permission this drive so demented
Caution tape around my fate
Red Bull wit a addie this drive keep crashin'

Nigga I'm a bitch magnet, nigga you a bitch magnet
Life's been so tragic, need an umbrella for the acid
(BLUE TWENTY!)
Hut one, hut two, hut three in the field like you out here like sightseein'
Can't go can't come, can't come can't go I'm stuck here for the time bein'

[Chorus: My Favorite Color]
Don't know what dope means, but you a dope fiend
And I just re'd up, and I might show love
Come cop this vibe my nigga
Come get too high my nigga

[Verse 3]
Indigo, blue skies
Piracy, aye aye
In the sea, burglaries
I just stole, the whole shrine

Put your palm, in mine
I'm just thinkin' bout the gold rush
Easier than a known slut
It's in the bag like goldfish

[Outro]
This the part where my mind ran away
Just standing there waitin' for me at that checkpoint we call sanity
Went from not knowing where she came from to only He understandin' me
All just
A process through stoppin' and go, and goin' and stop
Listenin' to young guns can't stop won't stop
Itchin', still itch for her chicken pocks this'll have to do for now guess that's just an
Itch to scratch
It's like I died and went to heaven as an atheist
It's like I died and went to hell as a satanist
It's like somebody dipped my devil horns in angel dust

Told me that I'm harmless just to warn the world I'm dangerous
Lost everyone I blame now there's just myself
Fell in love and hit my head off a fuckin' shelf
All these voices in my head talkin' to theyselves
All these voices in my head should bother someone else