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Intro
Yeah, yeah
Good morning, Vietnam
I'd like to welcome everybody to the INNANET
Tune in, log on
Yo
Verse
I think I fell off of the bed as a kid and I hit my head
Maybe was 'bout ten, first time that I tied Makayla up and they walked in
Welcome to INNANET, where to begin?
Might as well start at the tip-top
Give me a moment, I'm runnin' from time
Seems like I'm tied to the clock as it tick-tocks
Tippin' the metropolitan axis in which I exist
It's a trip to imagine the magic that which I inflict when I flip on the beat
I'm an artist, no need for a canvas
Camp in a van at the local campus
What do you mean he not there yet?
Hair-brained adolescent ass on the airwaves
Pull into your city with my niggas in the caravan, ridin'
Like do or die, ain't this some shit?
Volume on ten, turn my shit up, they fist go pump like pistol grip
And, VIC, he stay up in some shit (Yeah)
Times, it's hard to let go of it
I be so high, I be in orbit
She already courted me, kinda cordially cornered me
So I stick her on the bumper like co-exist
That's another one, give the drummer some
In this case, I guess that's me
Who made the track? You can just ask me
I be on some next shit
Wonder why niggas still don't really respect it
When I spit that unexpected
Thoughts from the mind of the greater collective
Subconsciously copy me, niggas just can't help it
So many good ideas, why be selfish?
It seems you can sing the blues all you want
But they don't really love you 'til you Elvis
'Til the labels shelfin' your album, Lord, help 'em
The hellbent one-way train to fame and fake friends, depends on the outcome
Pick it up quick, my shit too hot
What gets you hype, what turns you on?
Obviously, optimism isn't really my business, I'll beg your pardon
Me and my niggas in the party and we gettin' started
I'll start the engine and the pendulum swings
I'm racin' time and tryna find a peace of mind
The line I walk is thin to the departed
Or hardly go and they don't know, think I wanna stop
It's somebody make a nigga wanna keep goin'
I'm goin' outta my head, I think I wanna die
I don't love myself, I bet the feds love me more
Had 'em and the minutes keep comin' with the reward
Let 'em get a village of the crack sinners and the Black families that they destroy
Strong-arm the government and give automatic weapons to the public
Seems my weed bag gettin' thin, my pocket hold no scratch
I ponder if apocalypse comin' to hold me back
Bridge
But, baby, if you love me, let me take you where it's ugly
To the place where no one comes, now we're standin', no man above me
My Lord, no, no, no, no
I done seen demon
Outro
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