Lyrics One - Rehab

One

Wartown
Dakota on the beat
Welcome to bizarrodom, F for frizzackin'
Mr. Brownstone mighta, coulda been the death of me
Testosterone higher than the development of my frontal lobe
Plus IQ equals eighteen years old
Indestructible to a young buck full of all he thinks he know
Man, you ain’t no Banksy, you a Bansky
You acting all Louis Vuitton, but you Vouis Luitton
Broke as a bankrupt bastard
Play pretend 'til the credit card catch up
What you gonna say when the receipts don’t match up?
You gonna chill, give it up, or cook another batch up?
Don’t see no better, don’t know no better
Was yelled at me dead in my face like, «Get that cheddar»
Yeah, this the real footage
Not with a woulda-coulda-shoulda been-probably, but
Yeah, I mighta done better possibly
With a killer instinct, but I’m not a counterfeiter
Thinkin' for yourself offends many agendas
Money and war both based on opinion
Say it ain’t so when you lie, but who’s fault?
You don’t know either, huh?
Welcome to the war
Turn the other cheek, thou shalt not kill
Really don’t rhyme with divide and conquer
But I use it 'cause the truth is the world been bonkers
Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property
And runway life, this is a one-way flight
If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might
Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property
And runway life, this is a one-way flight
If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might
What you want me to say?
What if I cared what you said?
My maker knows the number of every hair on my head
I’m alive in the moment, opponents don’t want it
And I don’t need it either, so that’s a bonus
Since the fall of man we copied what people showed us
And grow disheartened when it occurs over and over
Then I beg your pardon, that’s a hard pill to choke down
Never been a king with a broke crown (So what?)
So what the Liberty Bell cracked?
The temple curtain ripped, how do you spell that with proper penmanship?
I won’t pretend I get paid absorbedly for the type of raw I spit
Might be against the law in the not-so-distant future
Truth is hard to find with a mind full of minutiae
What kind of mess we gonna leave behind?
Yeah, you, sir
Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property
And runway life, this is a one-way flight
If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might
Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property
And runway life, this is a one-way flight
If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might
I’m not bold and brazen as the days of my youth
Lookin' back with regret, many apologies due
Probably too many to-dos, so zip-a-dee-doo-dah
Zip-a-dee-ayy, I tipped the waitress and jetted to the mo' where
Way back in the day I fell for that
Back-breaking betting green, swimmin' pool dream
Of an imbecilic kid lookin' like he finna steal it
That’s exactly what he did just to give it away
To smoke a Ghost Toof with the dude that he paid
I don’t know, maybe they homies that way, who am I to judge
Or pass it on to anyone, I might get a stone to the dome at any time
Trying to keep it PC, oh, you into petty crime
Why they try to make empathy look so pathetic in these modern times?
It’s enough to flip your wig and turn your toupée upside-down
Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property
And runway life, this is a one-way flight
If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might
Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property
And runway life, this is a one-way flight
If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might
If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might
If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might