Imaginary Freestyle
Lyrics
Like i said, i just wanna be I
Honestly that's the only thing that ever makes me try
No reason to define me, but plenty to refine
A.C. stays cold as an AC, gold as some Au
Flowin' like Dasani. Over by lake taghkanic
I got niggas that ain't you.
And in the same way i'd like to f*ckin' date her
I got golden dreams from the streets to the nations, to the banks, too
Confidence gon' stay true and aligned up with my actions
Find me on my mattress. Thinkin' bout the patterns
Ballin' like i hate you
F*ck thinkin' about that though
Got a pizza at the door. Heard my dealer's packed to go
And I ain't that sad that the past is no longer here
Knock it off like whack-a-mole
While i hear jake paul got you asking all these
Niggas where the motherf***in' basketball at
Your expectations ain't facts, y'know
Poetry in my pocket all packaged up
Me vs Self and i've had enough
Keep the key to my heart under passenger's seat
Me and lamar sayin' damn to these antics
Life, why you gotta be antagonistic?
(It's as if) my time's not over but my past is
Fix my face and throw my life away
Today I need a cofee
Cough and spit, i wheeze the keys i need
To drive me off this cliff
I sniff a line, and then i'm back in time
To climb another rung, the ladder broke
I smoke a bowl to eat and down the street i rome
Away from home, ironically, honestly, need a minute for this s***
Anemic so i keep an iron idly by my dick
And if you wanna test me, smith and wesson hardly due to trick
Ungodly broads just wanna tug the johnson ominously quick
Anonymous bloggers just wanna cross him like frogger
You play lacrosse? You're a jogger
Don't fuck with Peter, no Parker
I park my whip outside your residence and spray it
Til the clip done
Outrun the mexicans, the next of kin to gobble my d***
Is getting split, son
Writer(s): Peter Boger, Solace Bowden
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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