Loon Song
Ayup
They said I can't get there from here
There’s no careers 'less you're
Sellin’ books, boots, or beer
But I'll get big bucks and
Dough without shootin' deer
Where it's rural with the squirrel
Need the dollar sign in plural
My battle is uphill like vicodin
I'm from the state where they do the big H
And I don't mean hydrogen
And I've been out like recyclin' day
I’m not gay
But I’m magic with the mic in my face
I got airborne, but got sicker
My geography remote like the clicker
But I'm easy to find
I lived off one oh-nine since ’98
You add it up, and that equates my mind state
(dang right, right there)
Spose the chosen one
I think you could all witness
Trees in the house daily
Like it's all Christmas
Dudes who don't like me
I think they're all bitches
Run their mouth while I go
And run a small business
Sorry, I got distracted, what was it?
There we go
Outwork me? You need a clone and a miracle
But I’m so chill, in the summer
I might wear a coat
More subdued than a guy with a Periscope
Dang right, right there
That's frickin' scarier than hell
(frickin' scarier than hell)
You have any idea what I'm talkin' about
Dear?
I haven't always had Franklins
But I've been here
If she's a six in New York, she's a ten here
We've got loons in my periphery
Lyrically, the department of inland fishery
My anthropology's soldered into my symphonies
The townies revvin' hemmies in front
Of Marden's and Renys, mm
That's my heritage
I should've bought it when I saw it
I want more than I'm allotted
That's American (dang right, right there)
Until they play me like Jay-Z
I'll preach my sentence
Even though the outlook is bleak
Like Memphis
We all got lost, then I found the beat
While my neighbors ride snowmobiles
Down the street
Uniform flannel shirt over the hoodie
Catch a buzz where the trees lookin' woody
(dang right, right there) all of this facts
It's like a phone with a printer attached
When I do raps, I need a house
Bigger than Jigga's, the figures like seven
I'll figure it out
I never doubt, went from garbage and trash
Started to rap
I spit artisan crafts from my part of the map
I count cash and I started to laugh
It's more than you go in jo'
Hands, son, word to Scarlett, i'm back
Dang right, right there
That's frickin' scarier than hell
(scarier than hell)
Twenty minutes into the meal
The moose on the wall starts talkin' to me
"Hey!" ("Hey!")
I'm goin' loony, I'm from the
Boonies, you hate me, then sue me
My car is not inspected
Wells policemen pursue me
I'm signin' boobies, the ugly Clooney
My life is a movie i play a peasant that is
Plottin' on the royalty's rubies
Need retribution
I'm the guillotine, each verse a execution
Caught a buzz once, but I need electrocution
If rap don't work, well fuck it, bro
I guess the next solution
Eyes on the prize, I got, I got
I got tantalized (dang right, right there)
They got moist when they heard
My voice was amplified is he perfect or too
Perfect? They can't decide
The way I kill it, baby
It's not like infanticide, maybe I fantasize
What's my name
(name, name, name)? If people don't know it
I s'pose I'll keep goin' and rowin'
'til my boat gettin' broken might be insane
(sane, sane, sane) , pursuin' the path
That no person has proven
I guess I'm just that type of human
I want a house by the beach
A house by the lake
Another house to rent out at high price rate
Plus a parkin' lot to charge
Ninety dollars a day that's per car to park
For all out-of-state plates
Yeah, man, that'll be ninety
Dollars, please yeah, nine where are
You from? New York? yeah, that'll
Be nine ninety dollars, thank you oh
No, we don't take cards we
Um there's an ATM, if you
Head up, back into town, take
A right at the light, go through si I
Think six lights, take a, left? there
And then, you know, go up
You're gonna go up one oh-nine and
There should be a bank right
There on the right there should
Be a ATM there, so, just go
There, hit the ATM, come back
It'll be ninety bucks, thanks, have a