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LYRICS

"Way Back [feat. Kay Wavez & RK]"

-Bridge & Chorus Vocals by Kay Wavez

-Verse, Background & Outro Vocals by Sam Maxfield

-Song produced by RK and Sam Maxfield

-Song released April 2018

Intro (4x):

Hard work,

Get right,

I'm about that money,

I'm living life.

Verse 1:

Lucidly dreaming,

Mind ablaze from all the plans I’ve been scheming,

It’s so close I can feel it,

But too far away to reach it,

The pathway to heaven is surrounded by demons.

I tell myself I’m the man with this lyricism,

Just keep making strides and stick to the vision,

But then depression swoops in,

Anxiety takes position,

And all of a sudden I’m stuck staring up at the ceiling.

Like what am I worth?

What does my future hold?

Will I ever make a living from this microphone?

I’ll be the first to admit I’m scared by the unknown,

But if I work toward the crown will I don the throne?

Many days and nights comprised of self doubting,

Good lord I need a godsend.

The lowest point in life is waking up praying that the day ends,

So I’m praying for the day I can say,

That we go way back.

Chorus (2x):

We go way back,

Back before the business,

Back when no one listened,

It was all a vision,

Back when we was working in the basement no one loved us,

Back when we was trying to get the commas and the numbers.

Bridge (4x):

Hard work,

Get right,

I'm about that money,

I'm living life.

Verse 2:

Hard work,

I know it’s cliche,

But each day,

That you take,

That bottled up pain,

And unleash it through your passion for your music,

Smashing through adversity,

Take that fear and use it.

 

Get right,

Take ya mental health,

Up off the shelf,

Embrace the pain you’ve felt,

Stand up to every losing hand that life has dealt,

Look right in their eyes,

Say it with pride,

I believe in myself!

 

I’m bout that money,

I’m financially secure,

Bought moms a new house,

And Dad an M4,

Just wrapped a world tour,

One thing that I’ve learned,

If you invest in yourself you’ll never need an employer.

 

I’m living life,

 

Ride for the lord,

Die by the sword,

Keep it a hundred until they put me in the morgue,

Imma spread love every day,

And keep on working on my craft till the day I can say.

That we go way back.

Chorus (2x):

We go way back,

Back before the business,

Back when no one listened,

It was all a vision,

Back when we was working in the basement no one loved us,

Back when we was trying to get the commas and the numbers.

"Down For The Count"

-Verse 1, Verse 2, Bridge & Chorus Vocals by Sam Maxfield

-Song produced by Sam Maxfield

-Song released July 2018

Verse 1:

 

I step in the ring,

Modelo in hand,

I don’t touch gloves,

Bitch I am the man,

You called for a doctor,

Well Sam I am,

I’m blazing green,

And going ham.

The boys in your corner,

Order nothing but water,

But me and mine are liquored up and preparing for slaughter,

So go ahead bring your daughter,

I’ll take her to Benihana,

And order lasagna,

With a side of vagina.

(Ha)!

Cause baby I’m feasting,

I don’t give a flickity fuck,

Head shots,

You better diggity duck,

Check the May-weather,

Floyd what’s up?

The forecast is calling for more butts and bucks.

I’m just chillin',

Sipping corona con limón,

So get the fuck outta my face maricón,

In my zone,

When they turn on,

The microphone,

And courtesy of a blonde,

I’m getting big head,

Jimmy Neutron.

(Haha)!

Timmy,

Turner,

Designing,

Lyrics,

To,

Murder,

Your,

Spirit,

Rap,

Burglar,

God,

Fearing,

Prepare,

To,

Lose.

You better throw in a fat chaw,

To pad your glass jaw,

And pray you don’t end up like Helen,

(Lights out!)

Cause best believe my southpaw,

Steady throwing nothing but headshots,

Better protect ya melon.

 

Bridge:

I’ve been on the ropes before,

I never quit,

Never sold my sole.

(Never)

Pound for pound,

I’m the best around,

You going down for the count.

Chorus:

(Let me show you how to do this shit)

Down for the count!

(Let me show you how to do this shit)

Down for the count!

Pound for pound,

You going down for the count!

Verse 2:

Lord finesse,

I went from gore to checks,

Only cocky when I rhyme,

So on tour I flex,

You spitting boredom bars,

I’m Jordan esque,

Your girl knows I’m coming,

Like oral sex.

(Oh!)

A young white kid stuck in his blues,

Dodging blue and whites like I pack a tool,

My brotha feigning for the white and then blew his cool,

So I just stick to my brew and out rap these fools.

In middle school,

A young boy quiet,

(Shhh)

Hoodie cover my face like I’m from Highbridge,

Ready to boogie a spark up in my eyelids,

Demeanor calm but my thoughts are so violent.

So just lend me an ear like Mike Tyson,

Real rappers have become the bison,

Going extinct at the cost,

Of ad lib bars,

So fuck the mumble rap I despise it.

(Fuck 'em!)

I said Ooh,

Yeah,

Esketit!

I’ll take my lyrical pump,

Directly to any chump,

With face tatted,

Colored hair,

Fake gun,

Tryna front,

Like I ain’t shitting on every single one of your songs.

(Haha)!

Bridge:

I’ve been on the ropes before,

I never quit,

Never sold my sole.

(Never)

Pound for pound,

I’m the best around,

You going down for the count!

Chorus:

(Let me show you how to do this shit)

Down for the count!

(Let me show you how to do this shit)

Down for the count!

Pound for pound,

You going down for the count!

"Mr. Nice Guy"

-All vocals by Sam Maxfield

-Song produced by Sam Maxfield

-Samples: "Kalalou" by Bugseed & "Umbrella" by Rihanna 

-Song released December 2018

Verse 1:

Mr. Nice guy,

(Guy)

Mr. Nice guy,

(Guy)

At the club the girls never think twice guy,

(Uh)

Mr. Nice guy,

(Guy)

Mr. Nice guy,

(Guy)

Took him an hour just to walk up and say hi,

The reply,

Nice try,

But I got myself a nice guy.

And now he’s fumbling,

Stuttering,

Shifting his eyes.

Like sorry for your time,

I wasn’t gonna try,

I was just gonna buy,

Fuck it never mind.

Walking back to the sidelines,

Like Eli,

Getting benched,

Severed pride,

Giant sigh.

There was a point in time,

When he wasn’t terrified,

Of being denied,

But now he’s known as Mr. Nice Guy.

Chorus:

Uh huh,

Uh huh,

Yeah,

Uh huh,

Mr. Nice Guy.

Uh huh,

Uh huh,

Yeah,

Uh huh,

Talk to 'em come on.

Verse 2:

 

I know you go out 30 deep on your birthday,

But baby who’s gonna love you on your worst day?

I don’t think the dudes in ya mentions,

Got ya best intentions,

At the front of they mind frame,

But I’m tryna,

Turn my wordplay,

To green like earth day,

Conserve hate,

And spread love in its place.

(Yeah!)

On stage tryna bring a smile to your face,

As I journey to discover myself,

Let me show you the way.

(Haha!)

Observing and learning,

Not from classes or sermons,

But from trial and error,

Life’s natural verdict.

The blessings and the curses,

The friends and the vermin's,

Take the good with the bad,

And find your purpose.

He needs to pop a Prozac,

To forget the thought of Jonak,

Cause every day for months,

He hated his own guts,

He tried hard to clutch,

But he wasn’t enough.

(Sigh)

He’s insecure and he knows it,

(Uh Why?)

Mind running but his feet frozen,

(Stuck by)

The walls of his comfort zone-and,

(Tough guy?)

Yeah right,

His role is,

Mr. Nice Guy.

Chorus:

Uh huh,

Uh huh,

Yeah,

Uh huh,

Mr. Nice Guy.

Uh huh,

Uh huh,

Yeah,

Uh huh.

Verse 2:

I see that you’ve been playing by yourself,

Toy story,

Let me bring some woody to your life,

Morning,

To evening,

Believe me,

I’m feigning,

To spark a little buzz,

Cause my light year tingling.

(Ugh!)

And I know that doesn’t quite match,

The Mr. Nice Guy mold that I've been cast,

But I’m sick of hearing that I’m a catch,

When every girl I fall in love with lures me into a trap.

And cuts ties,

Comes back,

With that verbal face slap,

Like it’s not your fault,

It’s just me,

Fuck that.

I’m done stressing and second guessing,

The impression,

Of my intentions,

You might mention,

To your friends and,

No longer a fly on the wall,

It’s my time,

To spit game,

And get brain,

Like Einstein.

It’s now or never,

Imma cross the line,

Out of my comfort zone,

So I am not defined,

As Mr. Nice Guy.

Outro:

Uh huh,

Uh huh,

Yeah,

Uh huh,

Mr. Nice Guy.

Uh huh,

Uh huh,

Sheesh,

Yeah,

Uh huh.

"Darties & Bacardi [feat. Jone$]"

-Verse 1 & Chorus Vocals by Sam Maxfield

-Verse 2 Vocals by Jone$

-Song produced by Sam Maxfield

-Song released August 2017

Chorus:

Darties and Bacardi got me feeling alright,

Beautiful girl in my left hand,

Drink in my right,

Darties and Bacardi got me in the zone,

I'm here for a good time not a long time,

So leave me the fuck alone.

Verse 1:

 

I straight spit it like I'm on a mission,

You can find me chilling bumping new edition,

All eyes on me,

Cause I've been studying Pac and embraced the vision.

Hey pretty lady come find me,

Let me put some juice in that Hi-C,

Posted up with all my boys,

Yelling dirty sprite,

Ice Teague!

Keep it a hundred,

I'm gunning,

Straight for the top and I'm coming,

Right after you and your cousin,

And if she's hot than I'm fucking.

Mean mugging on my clean thugging mean nothing,

Hennessy in my hand and I'm chugging,

They loving the rhymes that I'm bustin.

I spit it like K Dot,

You more like K-Mart,

Done-zo,

You better run bro,

This rap game is cutthroat,

Aiming straight for ya dome,

While your girl giving me dome,

In a whole other zone.

You can not compete,

I impregnate the beat,

Straight fuck it up and give life to my seed.

Taking shots of courage,

Sipping whiskey and hope,

Trying to guzzle more confidence down my throat.

From 97,

I've been walking on that stairway to heaven,

Making pit stop liquor runs at 7-11,

Bacardi Limón & Corona,

On deck and,

Pulls to the melon,

With all my brethren,

That's how we do it in the Zou.

I spit it like a baretta,

Nobody better,

At gettin the cheddar,

Either I get head or severe,

Pretty women my endeavor.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Chorus:

Darties and Bacardi got me feeling alright,

Beautiful girl in my left hand,

Drink in my right,

Darties and Bacardi got me in the zone,

I'm here for a good time not a long time,

So leave me the fuck alone.

Verse 2 (Jone$):

Yo bitch smoked me out and then I kicked her out (out out),

While they hating get my name up out they mouth (mouth mouth),

Do this shit coast to coast I got clout (clout clout),

Fat ass on that bitch I watch it bounce (bounce bounce).

I'm rolling 'gars up and hitmakers,

My clique full of playmakers,

That's your girl then imma take her,

Keep your heart I might break it.

I'm a dog I'm a dog told that bitch I'm a dog,

I'm a dog I'm a dog I fuck that bitch on the wall.

Been about a dollar cause it always made sense,

I'm just trying to cop my momma a new Benz,

Man I go so hard really do it for my kin,

These niggas do it for the gram I do it for the wins,

Drop it down,

Bust it open like a freak with it,

Stop hanging with them losers baby we winning,

Darties and Bacardi,

I need me a bad b like Cardi,

I'm only here for the night so lets get this party started.

Chorus:

Darties and Bacardi got me feeling alright,

Beautiful girl in my left hand,

Drink in my right,

Darties and Bacardi got me in the zone,

I'm here for a good time not a long time,

So leave me the fuck alone.

Outro:

Haha,

It's them Zou boys ya bitch,

Come fuck with us,

Dirty Sprite Ice Teague.

Yes sir!

"Juice [feat. J-Clark]"

-Verse 1 & Bridge Vocals by Sam Maxfield

-Verse 2 Vocals by J-Clark

-Song produced by Sam Maxfield

-Song released April 2017

Verse 1:

 

My boys came through with a bunch of juice,

Time to get loose,

And we ain't gon' stop so bruh you do you,

And I ain't gon' stop until I'm through the roof.

Yelling what the fuck is up mizzou?!

(Oh shit),

We got the hottest damn women too,

(Yee),

And man it's only two,

So the night is new,

And my boys wilding out,

Welcome to the Zou.

It's the titty feeling villain in the building,

Don't give a damn 'bout what you think man I'm chillin',

Bruh how you been I ain't seen you minute,

Still sticking to plan I'm locked in.

Killing this music shit,

Cause I'm too legit,

And you can bet that I'm never ever losing it.

It's the prophet with profit,

But you can call me white chocolate,

You know I'm doing my thing and all the girls they love it.

Young vandal,

With a handle,

Of Jack Daniels,

Spreading love in my Jesus sandals,

Spittin' bars at the bar,

But I don't drop bars,

Cause I ain't tryna bar my way from behind bars.

Never leave my door ajar,

Gotta go all in with whatever you doing,

Never let em know what direction I'm moving,

Tryna get my bread and you souping.

(Haha),

And I'm leaning,

And feigning,

No sleeping,

Chasing my dream and,

This evening,

Rapping and singing,

With the all the heat that I'm bringing,

And imma keep on scheming,

And imma keep on drinking,

I'm the man cause I work hard and never stop believing.

Bitch!

I'm too legit,

Killing this music shit,

And you can bet that I'm never ever losing it.

They already know what I've been up to,

(Boom),

I've been slaughtering beats like I'm Dwight Schrute.

(Roasted),

And with that said I now say to you,

Welcome to the Zou!

Bridge:

Haha,

Yeah.

This is some jazzy shit,

Alright check this one out.

Been sippin' that juice trying to get the dollars,

The women hang on my wood like koalas.

Verse 2 (J-Clark):

J-Clark,

Sam Maxfield what up!

Got a little bit of this,

Little bit of that,

Started off with a dream,

I put it on my back,

Homie got the pack,

I'm only spittin' facts,

Mad at y'all like: his ass can rap!

(Woah),

Yeah life goes on,

Got a little vodka then I mix Patron,

Got your bitch coming over and she stay 'till the morn',

She like cool,

She want to make it a porn,

And I got to perform.

(Yeah),

But it's all a hundred,

My new whip start with the press of a button,

She want to get to the fuckin',

Say I'm hot as an oven,

I be heating things up,

I ain't looking for loving.

(No).

Me I'm doing well doing fine,

Baby girl going up rewind,

Got your body right from behind,

Seat back recline,

While my dick in your spine.

(Woah),

Going way up then I come down,

Do it one time for the 'A' now,

Austin,

Up like we Boston,

Baby girl just know that I'm flossing.

(Yeah),

Take a look at the scale I got numbers,

Imma blow this summer you a buster,

Going through the customs like what up,

Fuck your assumptions I'm a hustler.

And imma come through with the juice,

Haters up tight but I'm keeping it loose,

I got a bottle of goose,

And I'm up for whatever,

Ain't nobody else gon' do it better.

"The Beginning (Intro)"

-All Vocals by Sam Maxfield

-Song released May 2019

Intro:

Maxfield,

Your boy's back,

Lets go,

Yeah.

Verse 1:

 

21 years of life under my belt,

And looking back,

From the day I was born been steady following the path,

That my parents mapped out,

(Ugh)

Designed and planned,

To help me grow to a strong intellectual man.

And centerfold,

Was education,

(Education)

I became nervous every time the report card came in.

(Yeah)

I can’t get a C what’s my dad gon say then?

(Nah)

He’ll take away my phone and I’ll be stuck in the basement.

(Oh!)

My patience tested,

Less than rested,

6:30 alarm to get to AP classes,

(Ugh)

Parents obsessed with,

My resume checklist,

Improving my ACT score and transcript.

(Yeah)

Left every single thing I’ve ever known at home,

All alone,

Moved to the Midwest to chase a diploma,

But every semester became harder to focus,

And carry out this dream that my parents have chosen.

While my will for a white collar job becomes deceased,

(Deceased)

My energy and passion for music have increased,

So my palms are sweaty,

Knees weak,

Arms are heavy,

Over tonight’s spaghetti,

I told my mom I’m ready.

She say,

 

What you think you Eminem?

You must have lost yourself,

Rap is not a career,

You ain’t acquired no wealth,

No 401k,

No insurance for health.

The odds are so slim.

 

And time will tell,

But I don’t give it my all right now I know inside,

I’ll regret it for the rest of my life,

So I,

Am steady ballin,

I’m going all in,

I’m collecting my piece of parchment,

That I accomplished.

But fuck it I’m done waiting,

I been patient,

Imma go to every radio station,

And shove my CD up ya ass,

Till my shit on rotation,

So fuck you and your retention rates,

(Ugh)

I’m a special case,

(Yeah)

Not bound for a pension fate.

(Oh!)

En route to Chicago I’m a soldier,

(Soldier)

Windy City my forte is whiskey & doja,

(Yeah)

To be frank,

For Pete’s sake,

(Ugh)

Not looking for a cheap date,

(Nah!)

So call up the Gallagher’s I’m tryna fuck Fiona!

(Haha!)

I’m shameless,

With a Hollywood glow,

A versatile flow,

I keep you on your toes,

Like Dr. Scholls,

Word to Cole,

And Mr. Jones,

I’m hoping to become a legend,

From preaching lines like a reverend.

And until I’m in heaven,

(Heaven)

I’m forever indebted,

(Indebted)

To the lord,

And my family,

And the greatest rappers ever,

If it wasn’t for Marshall’s legendary pen,

I would’ve never got a chance to feel the adrenaline.

Up on stage,

And even today I feel a stigma when,

People’s first impression,

Is my white skin complexion,

(Ugh)

When they look at me different,

It's just a small taste,

(Yeah)

Of the prejudice that black men face every day.

(Oh!)

You got something to say?

I doubt it,

And if you do then look me right in my eye and say it louder.

You can settle for your 30 year mortgage,

And look forward,

To 65 retiring and moving to Florida.

But I’m Donovan Mitchell until I cop the Spider,

Only hitting vagina that’s attached to kindness,

I’ll eat that verb,

If you support my rhyming,

You can suck my nouns,

And come swallow my pipe dreams.

(Haha)

No lie,

Don’t care about no summa cum laude,

Here’s why,

With my degree in hand,

And my vision in mind,

This is the beginning of the rest of my life.

"Waiting on My Life [feat. Sammy]"

-Verse 1, Verse 2 & Bridge Vocals by Sam Maxfield

-Chorus Vocals by Sammy Elfanbaum

-Song produced by Sam Maxfield

-Song released May 2019

Verse 1:

 

I was humbled today,

Knees buckled so I dropped down to the ground to pray,

Hands clenched tight,

Lord don’t let me slip,

I’ve got a life in my palms,

Holding onto my grip.

She was a fan,

(Fan)

In the audience of my last show,

Had never heard of my name,

But admired my flow,

(Yeah)

Just a teenage girl with a big heart,

A product of devastating events,

Leaving scar after scar.

And she,

Sent me,

A melancholy letter,

Spilling her secrets till my eyes grew wetter.

Telling me about how’s she’s lost inside,

Because her sister died,

Leaving a hole the size,

Of an ocean wide.

And though she’s tried,

She never seems to be able to regain her pride,

(Ugh)

No tears left to cry,

Emotions petrified,

(Yeah)

As sad as the blue vein blood supply.

And I,

Had no idea how to react,

When she told me that she wants to relapse,

And take the blade to her skin,

Once again,

And cut herself,

Or end things all together,

And escape this living hell.

I felt the tears fill up both of my eyes,

(Ugh)

And I felt the fear take control of my mind,

(Yeah)

I need to help this girl make it through the night,

Lord don’t let her die,

Please don’t let her die!

 

Chorus:

The darkest night,

Is only followed by the light,

Find the time,

Give me a second to rewind.

The darkest night,

Is only followed by the light,

Find the time.

 

Bridge:

I’m sick of waiting on my life,

(Yeah, Yeah, Ooh Yeah)

I’m sick of waiting on my life,

(No no no no no no)

Man I’ve been waiting all my life,

(Find the time, find the time)

I’ve been waiting all my life,

(Whoa oh oh)

I’m sick of waiting on my life.

Verse 2:

I was humbled today,

Knees buckled so I dropped down to the ground to pray,

Hands clenched tight,

Lord don’t let me slip,

I’ve got a life in my palms,

Holding onto my grip.

This has become way bigger than music,

I got kids following my every move,

It’s always been self therapeutic,

I write lyrics just to help myself push through,

But more people starting to relate to it,

So maybe my purpose is to inspire the youth,

I’m tryna bring light to the dark rooms of those who feel gloom,

So Shelby here’s to you.

But it’s coincidental,

That you look up to me because I’m sentimental,

At times my mental is a little gentle,

To put it lightly I’m unsettled,

Shit who am I kidding?

To be honest my self esteem is torn to bits,

(Bits)

And my anxiety gives me fits,

Not usually outspoken,

But easily heartbroken,

Low self confidence.

(Confidence)

All of a sudden I’m having flashbacks to high school,

Panic attack as I remember the view,

Rope tight,

Tied noose,

Limp body,

Neck bruised,

Skin cold,

Won’t move,

Heads bowed,

Church pews,

Life gone,

Too soon,

My homeboy dead,

Man what am I to do?

How can I save a life,

When I don’t even believe in myself?

(Self)

How can I inspire,

When I need help?

Lord I need you now,

Because I’m scared as hell.

(Scared as hell)

Fuck it!

Till I collapse,

(Imma)

Imma be strong for you,

Head held high and I’m here to prove,

That only from the mud is when the lotus blooms,

So Shelby here’s to you.

(Ugh)

Chorus:

The darkest night,

Is only followed by the light,

Find the time,

Give me a second to rewind.

The darkest night,

Is only followed by the light,

Find the time,

 

Bridge:

I’m sick of waiting on my life,

(Yeah, Yeah, Ooh Yeah)

I’m sick of waiting on my life,

(No no no no no no)

(Whoa)

Man I’ve been waiting all my life,

(Find the time, find the time)

I’ve been waiting all my life,

(Whoa oh oh)

I’m sick of waiting on my life.

Outro:

I've been waiting no,

(No)

I've been waiting no,

(No no),

Yeah yeah,

Ooh yeah,

(Yeah yeah)

"Rosemary Lane (Interlude)"

-All Vocals by Sam Maxfield

-Song produced by Sam Maxfield

-Song released May 2019

Intro:

Yeah,

Maxfield,

Lets get it!

Verse 1:

Waking up on Rosemary Lane,

A pounding in my brain,

Sun pouring in the window pane,

Victim of searing pain.

My stomach flipping and turning,

My head skipping and burning,

8 am and I’m head to toe,

In the same clothes,

And I feel like hurling.

Must mean last night was too turnt,

(Too turnt)

But what the fuck happened?

My memories vanished,

(Yeah)

I can only imagine.

I’m a degenerate,

But look at what I generate,

12 shots deep,

I’m immaculate.

No more mothafucking fake ID,

(Nah)

I tossed that bitch out the window,

(Yeah)

That Mississippi bullshit was worse than my first demo,

(Haha)

I’m mixing vodka and redbull,

Chase it with straight Jose Cuervo,

Me and my goodfellas,

Wilding out like Robert De Niro.

For all the times,

Standing in line,

Just to get denied at the club.

(Yeah)

I lost my mind,

Every time,

Bouncer tried to be a thug.

When he some bitch ass freshman,

Flexing recent authority,

(Ugh)

Cordially,

I’d like to formally,

Tell you orally that,

I’ll take my fist to your noggin,

If you ever start bothering,

Me or my brothers until Semisonic come in.

At closing time,

(Time)

There’s only one thing on my mind,

(Mind)

Go Mariano Rivera up 1 in the ninth.

(Ninth)

And seal the deal,

Like Oladipo pacing victory,

You Jared Goff,

I’m Tom Brady,

Come witness history.

(Yeah)

And honestly,

You and me,

Could probably be,

A match,

When we smash,

Come see what I got underneath.

 

Chorus:

 

When the sun sets,

(Oh Jesus)

You never know,

(Yeah)

What goes down,

(Haha)

On Rosemary Lane.

 

Verse 2:

 

65201 that’s what my zip is,

Bitches,

And truth is,

I’m probably never gonna quit this,

(Nah)

Cause when the sitch is,

4th and inches,

(Yeah)

I’m Drew Lock,

Horse cock,

Open for business.

(Haha)

To be frank,

These rappers ain’t hot dog,

They bottom shelf,

(Bottom shelf)

The real spitters,

And panty rippers,

Have up and left,

Now a generation of false prophets like Pontius Pilate,

Got me like Jesus,

Because I’m bored to death.

(Lets go)

Gunning for ya neck,

No strep throat,

Running up the check,

No flex zone,

Young spitter on deck,

No dental,

Got the eye of the tiger,

No Renfrow.

My lyrics blowing minds like Kennedy,

I just tuck em in the back of my memory,

And pull 'em out when I’m feeling like a better me,

Stimulated by hope and amphetamines.

Cause 90 percent of my life’s melody,

Is melancholy lacking positive energy,

But when I get up on the mic,

Like Cronkite,

You better be,

Ready for me to give you all of my energy.

You would have success,

If you sucked less,

(Sucked less)

I’m on the hunt for the girl who can suck best.

Sun setting on Rosemary Lane,

(Rosemary Lane)

And when this chapter ends,

Another will begin,

I know you scared to death,

But don’t go House of Pain,

And jump to conclusions,

(Yeah)

Just to null the pain.

Like don’t you fucking forget,

The freshman who snuck into Bengals,

Buying your first handle,

Stuck in line at El Rancho.

It was Harpos on Tuesday,

Penny pitchers as well,

Maty Mauk doing blow off the ass of Raquel.

M-A-X,

F-I-E-L-D,

That’s me,

On mp3,

And next for me,

Is MTV,

So tell that hoe to SMD,

I’m MPJ,

You DNP,

Online beef,

Not my motif,

Like TMT,

I can’t be beat,

1-2-3,

Make you go sleep.

M-I-Z,

Home of the hardest ever,

(Ever)

Where we all get hammered,

No matter what the weather,

Yelling Fuck KU,

(Fuck KU)

Middle fingers together,

God damn I wish I could be 22 forever.

 

Chorus:

 

When the sun sets,

(Oh Jesus)

You never know,

(Yeah)

What goes down,

(Haha)

On Rosemary Lane.

Yeah,

You never know,

Haha,

Ugh,

Yeah,

On Rosemary Lane.

Outro:

Sheesh,

Yeah.

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