Comin' from a Basement - AER

I’m just fuckin' around thought I’d throw this down, Yeah

I put the beat on loop

Kick back and write a verse

Scratch the pencil on the paper tryna fit my thoughts to words

And verbs curb my urge to spit faster

Grab a pizza from down the street hit up my dudes after

Steppin' out Nat’s looking' at the next chapter

I got way more time than money so that’s the motive

I get at your older bitch

Tell her it’s the new kid screwin' around

I don’t try I do it for sound love when the crowd gets down at the shows around

town

Cause flows get out of style

After a while I put out an album for free

Cause when I’m live people see the real me

Comin' from the basement call me a liar

Tell um at the place that they gota catch up

We’re rollin' up the trees lookin' out for the fire

Winter summer spring get your shoes laced up

(Verse 2: Carter)

The root of our music induces the fuming of nuggets

I’m right above it, with flubber indulging in buckets of green

I can tell cut the scene outta my movie

Fibbin, then shiffin my hoop D, kiss good but real toothy

Tame but I gotta see if she wanna get busy with my flow better yet I’ll get

number livin it under duckin a hundred thunder bolts

Frivolous wandering under dogs, remember the pogs?

Shakin saws then shakin paws unzippin the rim of the feminine enema

End of the leather path some of the regular sets and reps assemble a center of

assassins, summer’ll be passin I’ll just be laughing

Smokin the grass n sippin from brass

I’ll fuck with that shit