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Still Freestyling (Outro)

Album: Penith (The DAVE Soundtrack) Durasi: 3:48

I joke a lot, I know

The voice inside of me is twelve years old

Yeah, I need guidance

I just turned thirty and I'm still freestylin'

So this how YOLO beats doubt

And hope breeds vows

I won't be proud 'til I'm crowned

You holdin' me down, or you holdin' me down?

Will I break out or will I break down?

I'm calling my shot, aww

This is my plot, aww

Just let me be not wrong

Everything is right in front of me

So I don't see what's right in front of me

I'm only seein' what it's gonna be (two, three, four)

I never had a ménage (no), I'd rather get a fiancé (ayy)

Mom up my ass like a prostate

She thinkin' forward like blockchain

But I'm sittin', thinking 'bout the fourth grade (woo)

I was hittin' on the Macarena, visualizin' all the packed arenas

I ain't had shit on my hands except Cheetos, that was the top

Back when Dwayne was the Rock

Back when jerkin' off used to be the motivation

I would come racin', tryna beat my mama to my crib, get naked

Then I'll go on Maxim.com for the pictures,

Put the shower on while I'm still gettin' print outs

In the shower while usin' steam, and I put the shower head up on the massage settin'

What the fuck was that? How was I usin' stills?

Now when I use my thoughts the women turn to sand

The women blow away

That's why I take Adderall every day

Fifty milligram time release, I pray to God it doesn't kill me

My generation a test (yes)

I can feel my heart race in my chest (yes)

Takin' what it takes to be best (I do)

I met a nice girl out West (I did)

But I wish she was more East Coast (that's true)

Guess that's how the story goes

Doesn't matter how I far I go

Fuck it, I don't even know

Lot of surfaces don't need the scratch

A lot of matches haven't met a match

There's a lot of women in my phone who last name is Bumble, Tinder or some other app

On a date, I can't wait 'til I talk about work

If they sleep over, I'll get 'em a shirt

I don't do synagogue, I don't do church

I don't know exactly what I believe

I don't know exactly what we all need

Homie this shit is a doozey

We all used to writin' in loose leaf

I just want someone to use me

If you can't be used, you're useless (uh)

I'm just so lucky they be doin' me (true)

Been privileged since birth

Now I gotta pay that forward

How we gonna change that world?

I know I'm different, I'm comin' out and I hope you'll listen

Time's runnin' out and I know I'll miss it

I could fail but I can't do what ifs

I'll give you my heart and you'll still want a pic

You in or you out, yo, what you gonna pick?

I wanna be what I wanna be

(What's wrong with me?)

Why do they bring out the lobster before you eat it

And have you look at it in its eyes

Anyone?

I joke a lot, I know

The voice inside of me is twelve years old

Yeah, I need guidance

I just turned thirty and I'm still freestylin'