What up
Got my bowl of flower here
It too early for a bud light bottle yet
See I'm sick
It's my medication
This music is my escape

Bowl of flower, Bud Light bottle x 4

When my son's mom and I split
I went through a storm of shit
Got that shared custody locked
Got myself a sick apartment
Then that hundred year flood hit
Turned my home into a mud pit
Another month of transition
Got a new spot, started settlin' in
This could really work out for me
Did life agree? Hardly
A month later my baby brother was killed at a party
The I shelled up a bit
I used to womanize for the smell of it
Now I might as well be celibate
Hell, I guess that it's all relevant
Elevate my awareness
Learn to love myself
There will appear someone to share with
It will be clear that she's the one to cherish
I'm just a lonely geek, closet freak, seeking affection
First I'm a single parent, something I feel I need to mention

Bowl of flower, Bud Light bottle x 4

I like the looks, the poses, let it go unspoken
Dancin' with the violets and roses
No fake laughs, can the sappiness
All you need to do is bite your bottom lip at me miss

Since my son has arrived
I have decided, I don't need a woman in my life
For the moment I'm fine
Keeping my focus I'll know when the timing is right
Minding my own business
But this loneliness
leaves no witnesses
It can be cold, but I cope with it
Then a glow come in
Maybe this world isn't so wicked
She knows more hip hop lyrics than I do
She got her legs, tattooed with all my idols
She prolly got as many fucking problems as I do
All that separates us is a couple thousand miles
What would she say if I told her I actually like her way more than I claim
And I am just playin' it off,
Lost, carried away in my thought
Cost of displaying my
Is maybe someone will take it apart
Fuck it, I'm creating this art
It's my life, I'm too bright to remain in the dark
Escuse me, have you a piece that you can hand me?
I'm a hip hop nerd infatuated with a Wu-Mami
Escuse me, have you a brew that you can hand me
I'm a hip hop junkie who's in love with a Wu-Mami

Bowl of flower, Bud Light bottle x4

I like the looks, the poses, let it go unspoken
Dancin' with the violets and roses
No fake laughs, can the sappiness
All you need to do is bite your bottom lip at me miss

It could be that easy
See, uh, I'm vulnerable
Damaged goods, if you will