Flight
David A. Molina
3:01My mama asked how she could raise such a burgundy horned muthafucka Like we not half each other I'm trying to stack some lumber So I can actually love her Point one percent steady telling me I'm my own snubber These bad-back crackerjack patsies should've worn rubber But now I'm trapped Hearing minimum is a warm number Broke's such a worn bundle How can I be born crumbled? Rewire everything I aspire to Somehow I stumbled Nineteen eighty-four in the common era Probably can hear a Cry out for help Sound like Michael Cera without the haircut My hope appears And then disappears by the time I wake up But still I'm suppose to survive And smile after hair and makeup? Huh? Never did care Fuck 'em Fuck 'em Fuckas Nobody help me I'm falling apart Feel like a Michael Vick dog in my heart Grew up on God I'm hoping for Mars Feeling like I'm fading like my name was Stark So close Lady Luck keep throwing low blows Twenty-one with a forty-five Meet the most high if you roll close Hoe All of you fuckas are part of the code Call me Keanu I'm breaking the mold And as for my money I'll get it in gold I'll get it and go Can't feel my pulse when I'm off of the dro My skin is as cold and as rigid as stone No Emma or Watson I'm searching for home Sucker don't test me I'm besting your hopes Besting your dreams Gotta succeed That's by any means Can't be working for targets at twenty-three By twenty-four you'll see me on a screen Twenty-five, I'll be in your dreams Twenty-six, I'll be a fucking king Twenty-seven Might be up in heaven with a godly weapon Kicking Jimmy Morr up in his teeth Ha Ha Ha Never did care Fuck 'em Fuck 'em Fuckas