Microphone - Nate Good

Still prefer to write alone

Captain in my Styrofoam

Just me and myself

And then my motherfucking microphone

Still prefer to write alone

Captain in my Styrofoam

Just me and myself

And then my

And then my

This my fucking microphone

And this my song

I got to do it right

For anyone who did me wrong

Yeah got that shit on lock down

I got that shit on lock down

Yeah

Thought this shit would be simple

I’m glad that it wasn’t

But now I got flows in an abundance

A bottle of Titos

A bad of some Funyuns

Late night in the studio bumping

Just want to do shit that I want to do

Get me a performance at Bonnaroo

This life is so beautiful isn’t it

As long as I take care of business

Bridges I’m burning

It’s bitter sweet

You are not worth of bitter Tweets

I’ve always been at the best on my own

Don’t you worry at all

I’m going to make it in time

Throw shade on me

Throw shade on me

Can’t dull my shine

Bitch hate on me

Bitch hate on me

Hoe I’ll be fine

Fuck with a mind

And nobody will follow

Got her on top

Like she singing Soprano

Slow it down baby

I like it legato

You’re boosting my confidence

Check my bifado

I hope that these bitches are jealous

I think that it’s good for my ego

I’m turning the life I live into a movie

And keeping them busy like Regal

For all of my people

Including the people

Who thought it’s impossible

Isn’t it comical

I went from atrocious to decent then to good

And now all of my shit is phenomenal

I’m worried about living my life

Like I give a fuck if you smile

The fact that you’re old and you’re angry

And don’t like my music’s the reason

I turn up the dial

Turn it up loud

This my fucking microphone

And this my song

I got to do it right

For anyone who did me wrong

Yeah got that shit on lock down

I got that shit on lock down

This my fucking microphone

And this my song

I got to do it right

For anyone who did me wrong

Yeah got that shit on lock down

I got that shit on lock down

Recorded that shit

I was hammered as fuck

Just having fun with it

Treat the beat like a pussy

And make it my mission to punish it

I been here working away

I keep losing track of the clock

Never been good with a schedule

It never arrive on the dot

But grown up a lot

I promise you

People can vouch

I’m an honest dude

I do what I got to do

Just like a lot of you

Life it has broken me down into molecules

But it break you down

Just to make you strong

You can take your time

Just don’t take too long

Yeah

This shit didn’t happen by accident

I keep getting sicker

I keep getting iller

I might go on tour with an ambulance

The top getting closer

I measure in tapes what I make

It’s a race hoe I run with it

Single and hope that it breaks

Till we’re raking in bread

And dividing the cake

Still prefer to write alone

Captain in my Styrofoam

Just me and myself

And then my motherfucking microphone

Still prefer to write alone

Captain in my Styrofoam

Just me and myself

And then my

And then my mother fucking microphone

And this my song

I got to do it right

For anyone who did me wrong

Yeah got that shit on lock down

I got that shit on lock down

This my fucking microphone

And this my song

I got to do it right

For anyone who did me wrong

Yeah got that shit on lock down

I got that shit on lock down