Duncecap, Big Breakfast - Kinda, Sorta Lyrics

So dope I oughta charge 95 a quarter
Hire your daughter unpaid to order my shawarma
She ask would it count toward her degree? Kinda sorta
Eating seasoned fries squeezing limes in my water
It's a fine line between rhyme and slaughter
Mikey on the mic is like swine on the border
Mastic beach 90's, crime on the corner
Hiding from white guys with nines in explorers
Kinda sorta pull up in the accord/ with a
Rita Ora looking shorty, y'all sporting fedoras
I'm Alvin to a Simon/Theodore type chipmunk
What's your chick bump? It's all my shit son
Slide in the pickup, looking like King Tut
Chingy on the system, Singing over kick drums
Get drunk and rhyme in that time and order
Performing for a room full of dimes, kinda sorta

Kinda sorta connoisseur of rhymes, of course i'm scared
Never had a job I was prepared for
Kinda sorta lying, home is where your house is
Wireless mouses, that died while I was bouncing
Tracks on tracks, about thoughts on thoughts
I played out everything, give up what you got
It's the good ones who die young, but where's the fun in that?
Suicide's romantic but goals are those commandments
Kinda sorta, know what i'm saying
That's the art of art, stay properly distanced like restraining orders
Too close for comfort or not close enough
A token bluff, kinda sorta almost nailed it
Shut, your goddamn mouth and focus
Rack to the background
The story's your surroundings
It's not where you come from
Well, kinda sorta
I'll judge you either way, if you act like Dunce does