MAN DEEP - 22 Lyrics

Aight you people
Straight from the land of snakes and dirt
Landing my words on the rooftop of Mr Donald Trump
Brown man on the mic, here we go mother fuckers

I was talking to monster and talking of thief
While i was searching for one thing i had never believed
Then as i scrounged my soul, i explored my sins
Then when i looked outta window i saw glories underachieved and
Talking to monster and talking of thief
While i was searching for one thing i had never believed
Then as i scrounged my soul, i explored my sins
Then when i looked outta (Haha) window i saw glories underachieved and

I'm 22, i've turned into a cool dude with Nike shoes
I'm highly viewed and introduced as brown crook who is slightly fused
I might be rude, my poetic views says straight what i think of you
One face, not two, too hard to judge you cartoon
I'm letting you know what i wanna do
What i'm gonna do will be outta blue
I'm outta door somewhere in woods
I can't grow more on daddy's food
It kills me good, deep in my wounds
The fact i can't do what i should
I could? How i could?
I'm Mr miss understood back in my hood
I got a job to rely on
I'd be lying if i say this all i want
I'm trying to tie the bound i broke
First time i found my rhymes i lost adolescence
And host the ghost, most wanted
Dream of all to reach the top
Yeah folks, roast it to your twitter post
You'd never know how it is to be alone
So crack jokes
I'd never show the tricks to keep it strong
Better fuck off
Back in autumn i got knocked down in scrotum
I'm at bottom
Yeah, nobody fucks with the bottom
But bottom is the next top

I was talking to monster and talking of thief
While i was searching for one thing i had never believed
Then as i scrounged my soul, i explored my sins
Then when i looked outta window i saw glories underachieved and
Talking to monster and talking of thief
While i was searching for one thing i had never believed
Then as i scrounged my soul, i explored my sins
Then when i looked outta window i saw glories underachieved and

It's not grammatically fine, dramatically rhymed and
Cleverly grind to precisely timed i'm
Hard to find, i'm undefined
My wonder lines, strikes as a thunder shines
I'm Mr Prime yeah
I'm under debt my daddy's bank, all i'm left with
Is 100 cents how i am gonna pay my dues and
Tax and rent, sufficiently stressed
My head process thoughts like
Tie a rope to throat and other end to fan
Climb up a bench and wrench, I just can't
Because i live on hope, someday imma make it top to my spot
And then it'll all be under my control
Till then on i gotta keep it strong, I might to walk alone
To my mom, please don't mourn, your boy will buy you a home
And these songs are all i got to leave behind me when i'm gone
I don't know why them ladies call me Mr Don Juan
I'm brown Snowden, deserves a miss storm or

I was talking to monster and talking of thief
While i was searching for one thing i had never believed
Then as i scrounged my soul, i explored my sins
Then when i looked outta window i saw glories underachieved and
Talking to monster and talking of thief
While i was searching for one thing i had never believed
Then as i scrounged my soul, i explored my sins
Then when i looked outta window i saw glories underachieved and

Hahaha, how does that feels? Feels so good, doubt me bitch
To all the haters out there, will be back
It feels so good in here
Yeah, you cant stop me now
I'm on my way, i'll be back with more
Yeah, aa huh, yeah, hahahaha