Losing It

Hey Mr. Sambo, it's slow come perform for the summer. I book a new room cause they shut down the other so, grab your things and jam for a dollar. The people love hanging when I don't charge a cover so...

I'm reluctant to accept this. I'm gonna drive a long way, then gonna regret this. Jamming for some tips ain't too bad in perspective. But I'm gonna have to landscape for some breakfast. I'm rolling high, smoke a doink on the way. What's the time? Oh my God I'm late. Too many things going on in my brain. I think I'm losing it. 

I think I'm losing it. (I'm losing it)

So I realize my mind is fine, experience a world that my brain designed. Barely try the stars align. Elements clashing it at all ignites.

No way switch it up and I dig in. Little back beat for the vibe, and we chillin. I remember cold ass nights no heat trying to make it. Miles on my back so I don't gotta to fake it. Get elevated it's just what we did. We changed up the name, so we changed up the script. Ain't gonna stop till we all sitting pretty, me and Sambo rockin shows in the city. 

Smoother than a tuchus. The heads they overlook us. The hustle never shook us. I'm relying on a ruckus. People underestimate the life you can commemorate, if you choose to relevate the questions you incarcerate. Open up wide be a book, can you read? Can't read your mind, spill it out, our time to speak. Question your philosophy the answers at your feet. Man I think I'm losing it, don't tell me how to be.

I think I'm losing it. (I'm losing it)

I need a little cash money just to get me to the next, in a couple years I'll be cashing them checks. Not trying to intimidate or show you my flex. A positive, a negative I'm gonna be the best. Baby line it up in a single file. I'm taking my percentage but it's gonna take a while. Only making music cause it makes me smile. I'm taking my percentage but they put me on trial.