Lyrics
[Verse 1] [Freestyle] IT'S DAY SIXTY FIVE THIS TIME NOW I THINK I need a different way to clear my mind out Am I dying now, Time to find out Raising eyebrows, Maybe I drowned or I timed out, Lemme lie down For it's lights out, Crying quite loud Both my eyes out. Didn't give you the scoop bout the eye gouge Fucking blind now, It's upside down What's the upside now, Let's find out I'm down Mike Lowry slap your lights out I'm his white pal Quite the night owl Refining my style and rhyming my vowels Trying lines out like a stand up comic Funny thing is I just ran some off one I'm an alcoholic Valium turned down on it But the bars I thought of, still linger in another way Nah, Shit sorry I was thinking of another grave What a day, wasn't day one a funny thing? I promise this shit isn't just a summer fling This shit year round, saying hi to new faces Do my rhymes make you feel anxious? Spit this shit until I'm famous, even though I been Criticized, I been scrutinized This ain't shit to me I'm just shooting flies. This shit's do or die, for you it's suicide Tunechi at a funeral, no suit and tie It's unsuitable, doing what freddy Kruger tend to do at night Mr. White, brutal what Sider tend to do to Mikes Who am I to lose a fight? Move aside or you will die. Budokai, Marshall with the art I can stop and then restart a beating heart Ya hardly breathing and I'm hardly breathing hard Introduce your arteries to something sharp, You aint walking far Rae dot Lamar name not as large, stay dropping bars Way off the charts, make a lot of art play is avant-garde [Verse 2] [Freestyle] I ain't trying out just say I got the part, hard work pays off this is sixty five no days off Listen to me guys ain't nothing change, still the same job. Luckily I love it, it's a great time I'm a canine, even though I'm terrified I'm just taking what's mine I want nothing more, Push and pull this shit is tug of war. I could do a hundred and then a hundred more. Wonder why they wonder why what the fuck it's for. Tryna up the score, when I finally make it, Suno gonna shut the door Tell ya rap GOAT that I'm a fucking BOAR, Rocky Balboa but I'm number four, Russian my punchlines, work motherfucker it's crunch time Eat Beets fuck it it's lunchtime, when are you done lying? Pops rapped it runs in my bloodline, automatically rebuttal a dumb guy Awwh fuck it I'm done trying. it works don't need any help, I work so the work speaks for itself. BITCH!!! [Outro] [End]