Wisdumb - Tryna (Rendezvous) Lyrics

I'm tryna do it, tryna be this rhyming druid
Molly's so passé - I'm tryna make designer music
Call me Emma, 'cuz I'm kind of clueless, why I do it
I'm accruing all these blueprints for the finest tunes
It's loony, frankly, come up tryna have your booty's babies
Who could blame me? Kinda screwy like the Lusitania
Funny piece of history, I'm tryna rearrange it
No it ain't a mystery, she's bawling like 'Les Mis'
I'm balling like its '06, yeah its fair, I'm lazing
Rendezvous liaison, grunting, like we're cavemen
And baby... In her eyes she's tryna murder me
She's curvy like the fleur de lis... at least currently
Arc de triomphe, flirting on the Champs Élysées
Drinking on the beach, with some sticky ganja leaf
Gone is me, fuck the wind, I'm the sin, lions den
I am in, tryna be the richer of the giant dicks, iron man

Hunned thou', hunned hunned hunned hunned thou'
I'm in a Hyundai screaming numbers really fuckin' loud

Catch me riding dirty in the bright and early
I'm a grind until I'm filthy rich by, like, the time I'm thirty
Rhymes are wily, whirling dervishes, I'm a hurl these words and shit
Tom Bergeron, burning up, gets hit in the nuts like he deserves and shit
I'm merging right into traffic, I'm murking your demographic
And I'm choking down Percocet while I'm waiting in the rafters
And I'm wading through the rapture, other rappers are cadavers
So skedaddle, you're an adult, who do you think you take after?
Some say Asher, some say Aesop, Macklemore say gay - Stop!
They get tackled after the play stop, motherfuckers like "wait up!"
I'll wake up, man fuck your wake up!
Then ask how much your cup weigh
After you fill it, after a tough day
Son you're greasy like pomade...
So look at what my palms made...
I'm the psalm that smmtn smtns be sonning 'bout
When they run they mouth, you're the fat the cooks cut around
Bugging out... In a grave, that's what they mean by 'underground'
Hunned thou', hunned hunned hunned hunned thou'
I'm in a Hyundai, screaming numbers really fuckin' loud
Rough and proud, rabble rousers, wrangle cattle after hours
Passed around like traveling trousers, sisterhood
Don't dumb it down, I'm mister good, maintain
Mountain peeps be coming 'round, mainstream
Yea' we gonna drown, guzzling wishes from the fountain
It's a fucking route and you're not even on the map
I be spitting dumb punchlines knowing y'all be coming back