Used To

I'm a night owl, and a early bird
You need two stones, to get me to stop it
I'm used to, not sleeping
My pillow thinks that I'm cheating on it
Got mansions all on my checklist
No time to chill or watch Netflix
Me and Joey on a mission
I'll play every position plus I'm coaching
Bro don't question my devotion
I'm approaching other levels so
They hate again
I don't blink at little children
What's my age again?
I guess they thought that I was buried
'cause my face was looking furry
Wasn't worried, i'm like Stephen Curry when
He played for Davidson
I'm overworked and underrated
But I'm used to it
Everybody else sucks, shouldn't do music
Even when I'm joking, there's truth to it
I'm always working, so I
Keep my hands dirty
Need to get in the hamper
I'm fine, but never satisfied, you know
Can't get no driving automatic
But I'm setting the standard
I went from playing Sanford to San Francisco
Octane alert like amber
You can't see the trees through the forest
Don't you wish I had my horoscope? Cancer
People don't try, people don't try
Whoops, now your chance gone by
Can you tell me why
Why everything gotta be about you?
Now you ain't getting love
And you see how much we do
This something we getting used to, damn
Into nothing I wouldn't choose to
We bout to set our crew loose

Used to, damn
Into nothing I wouldn't choose to
Bout to set our crew loose

Ayup okay
The old shit our crew'll do is new to you
We heard "oh"s all around us like a hula hoop
Man, I feel like my medulla grew
The shit that I maneuvered through
I'm feeling like a supergroup (Spizzy)
When I first had my epiphany
While whippin' my vehicular
I'll write blue collar symphonies
My people in particular
Detail it specifically
Not lying like a senator
Got ice in my periphery, I'm cold
Single integer
Man, my moves been enumerated
You been looking agitated
Gravitated to some people who could pay me
I made some albums, made some babies
You were lazy, sitting, bitching
I slid in like it was lubricated
So who's debating?
You don't work and you're a
Pussy like your neutered baby
I'm from Maine, my flow Hawaii
Get the ukulele and then what?
And tell me why
Why everything gotta be about you?
Now you ain't getting love
And you see how much we do
This something we getting used to, damn
Into nothing I wouldn't choose to
We bout to set our crew loose

Used to, damn
Into nothing I wouldn't choose to
'Bout to set our crew loose ooh do noo

I woke up on my sofa
No there's no place like home
Told my mama I'm sober
Then I called Joe on the phone
I said we got no time to hang around, aye
The stupid check our bank accounts

Go 'head let it ride for a minute god damn
Wells, Maine in this bitch j Spin
Peter, Maine Gretsky godDamnChan
GodDamnChan's from like Standish, though