Lyracs Lyrics

Been on some new shit,

nigga said Scenario

Scenario H

Esoteric, better prepared for me being a better lecturer than Eric

 and I aint talking Jerome Dikey or even Michael Dyson

Behind the mic I get quite exciting

but the white in side the lining of my nose

is tellin me that my pose should be a felony

So imma get more dough

then what was just tellin me my pose is a felony

all my bros, pardon me but yo.

are like pro's and they like Spelling bees

because I dont know what they throwin at me verbally

but Imma break it down just to let em' see

And I ain't playin'...

Its not time square but you can find me right here under the lights glare

Hands in the Air

(Spinning around, Spinning around)

Hands in the Air

(Waving around Waving around)

As we both float...to whats playing

Hands in the Air

(Spinning around, Spinning around, Waving around)

As the Saxophone hisses

I get mad at the chrome glitches

No one has a Gat so I guess my blown

...Fuck

Pardon me my high just got blown

I guess my blown cap dont matter to you old niggas talkin' bout your old riches

I got a Dough sickness

So sick when I see the dough

because I get the dough

spend the dough

on shit that leaves me so sick

no open windows

Alt F4 or Control click

but I'm too High to even focus

on the screen sippin' lean or Four Loko

counting these four Locust

four times four is Sixteen

now what the fuck is this

Yall worried about whether I  wrote this

worry about my nose, as It itches, itches

Hands in the Air

(Spinning around, Spinning around)

Hands in the Air

(Waving around Waving around)

As we both float...to whats playing

Hands in the Air

(Spinning around, Spinning around, Waving around)

 Cuddle with a teddy bear

Teddy bear got white in it so I'll never care

sniffing my Teddy Bear

Nothing purer than a white in it

So for Five minutes I'm high off the childhood as if i spend it

Five minutes, Five dollars My business

Paying attention to my children

Their Smiles are my millions

So I'm getting high Off of their youth

No Jackson No actin'

Not even Bo Jackson

I dont make shit for yall to be appealing with

I make shit you get high and hit the ceiling with

and Some how...Some way...Like Jay

You all listen to me and get a feeling from it

Now y'all niggas is stealing from it

Cuz I get high off a what you feel getting numb

and I'm getting, high feeling numb

and I ain't Felling none

How you gone say you ain't feeling some

 I aint feeling some, but I feel the drums

Coke Whore habbis Nigga

Yaw'll feel me one day