Flip the light switch up, Because I’m so on
Never say bye to Mary, but we’re always gone
Pen making the transformation to a magic wand
Now I’m writing things like magic, Turned hobby into habit
Top spot up for grabs, Reaching out thinking I can grab it
Never recycle lyrics, I’m just trashing plastics
Balling forever clever, No such thing as a lockout
Learned to rebound from anything, First I had to learn to box out
Imagination limitless but first I had to learn to throw the box out
Getting better than I was, There is no longer anything to think outside of,
Wait come again?
I threw the box out so there is no longer a box to be in…
(Staying forever young, but the night feels even younger
Get scary when I go Jim Carey, Like who could go dumber
Or who could go harder? Olympic Vince Carter
Nothing could be more true
Because if you try to take that charge, I’ll fly over you)
Wanna know what I’m about? I’m about drugs
I’m about peace, Sometimes I doubt love
And i’m about to be gone, Because the day has been tough
Life is a *****, On the heart she’s so rough
Like what ***** isn’t? **** I just thought that was a given
So it’s a no commitment smoked-out laid-back philosophy
They say bigamy is one wife too many, I say the same about monogamy
Sky high, No air traffic control, Who could be stoppin’ me?
The game, I want to be on top of it, This girl, I want on top of me
But first I’ll tell her to give me brain until I feel Scholarly
(Staying forever young, but the night feels even younger
Get scary when I go Jim Carey, Like who could go dumber
Or who could go harder? Olympic Vince Carter
Nothing could be more true
Because if you try to take that charge, I’ll fly over you)
When you’re in front don’t ever look behind ya
I smoke Mother Nature but don’t drink that Aunt Jemima
Check that, 10-4, You flow so indoor, meaning I’ll always out-rhyme ya
Shine through the rhyme of every single line, don’t stare it’ll blind ya
Have you ever seen anything like this? No, not for a while
Focusing on things more important than style and ended up creating a style
Ended up creating a flow, Lyrically began to grow, Didn’t need any one to tell me
Read Machiavelli, And ever since, I’ve been rhyming like a prince
To get to the top, Do anything, Any-king, I could murder
Emperor of this ****, Not by blood, I’m a usurper
Rhetoric like Roddick, Aces when I’m the server
I’ll get a ***** quick, so afterwards I can lyrically serve her
Like, she was denied the mustache ride
She wanted me to Wyatt Earp-her…
(Staying forever young, but the night feels even younger
Get scary when I go Jim Carey, Like who could go dumber
Or who could go harder? Olympic Vince Carter
Nothing could be more true
Because if you try to take that charge, I’ll fly over you)