Wild Herb

Fly sh*t

My sh*t
Who wanna speak
To the pilot?
I put it down
On papyrus
I wrote
What I wrote
So much dope
I should buy the boat
Now look inside
My kaleidoscope
I'm back in my zone
Tap the iPhone
Writing my raps
The world pass by
Captured in time-lapse
Catch your eye that
Venus flytrap
Watching Iraq
Live at the IMAX
On the big screen
With the popcorn in
Kettle black
Ain't that the pot calling?
I been shot callin'
But still not ballin'
My back up against the wall
They all forgot to warn him
Golden Brown
Too many limitations
You were not born
Into a silver spoon situation
It's kinda ironic
All I need is my chronic
And some fly sonics
I'm a write a rhyme on it
A sonnet
Built on a foundation
So Solid
Check the resume
I'm mega
Man I'm so brolic
Broccoli blowing
But I'm scheming
On some property owning
Showing no signs
Of the economy growing
So sorry
But I gotta be going
I'm about to jog
And see a man about a dog
200 an oz.
Important plans
I'm all about the plots
And you're a mortal man
Bow before the lord
You're in the house of God
Fly sh*t

My sh*t
Who wanna speak
To the pilot?
I put it down
On papyrus
I wrote
What I wrote
So much dope
I should buy the boat
Now look inside
My kaleidoscope
What up cuzzy?
My crib dusty

My head fuzzy
Give me the microphone
Trust me
I get gully
On the boards I get dubby
King Tubby
Take em on a Satellite Flight
Like Kid Cudi
These kids currently living a lie
That's why I'm really struggling
To deal with this digital life
Sick and tired
Of feeling uninspired
No privacy
Our insecurities
Are running riot
Never getting an outlet
I know there's a way out
Bet
I just haven't figured it out yet
I sing the blues
Whitey Ford
Wishing I could fix it
And put it back
Like before I was pessimistic
But every morning
The peng is twisted
And every night
I'm getting higher
Than the level of my penmanship is
So even if I'm penny pinching
Resort to any hot source of finance
Peri peri chicken
Crackheads
Walking Dead
Looking hella gimpy
Eyes popping out their heads
On some Ren & Stimpy
Paying rent's getting grizzly
Bear with me
Corrupt f**kers run the city
Mayor Quimby
Higher powers talking with me
Is sort of awesome
Kind of like
Mork and Mindy
Calling Orson
Life imitating art
What a poor performance
They put a Man on the Moon
Word to Andy Kaufman
Fly sh*t

My sh*t
Who wanna speak
To the pilot?
I put it down
On papyrus
I wrote
What I wrote
So much dope
I should buy the boat
Now look inside
My kaleidoscope