One - Rehab

Wartown

Dakota on the beat

Welcome to bizarrodom, F for frizzackin'

Mr. Brownstone mighta, coulda been the death of me

Testosterone higher than the development of my frontal lobe

Plus IQ equals eighteen years old

Indestructible to a young buck full of all he thinks he know

Man, you ain’t no Banksy, you a Bansky

You acting all Louis Vuitton, but you Vouis Luitton

Broke as a bankrupt bastard

Play pretend 'til the credit card catch up

What you gonna say when the receipts don’t match up?

You gonna chill, give it up, or cook another batch up?

Don’t see no better, don’t know no better

Was yelled at me dead in my face like, «Get that cheddar»

Yeah, this the real footage

Not with a woulda-coulda-shoulda been-probably, but

Yeah, I mighta done better possibly

With a killer instinct, but I’m not a counterfeiter

Thinkin' for yourself offends many agendas

Money and war both based on opinion

Say it ain’t so when you lie, but who’s fault?

You don’t know either, huh?

Welcome to the war

Turn the other cheek, thou shalt not kill

Really don’t rhyme with divide and conquer

But I use it 'cause the truth is the world been bonkers

Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property

And runway life, this is a one-way flight

If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might

Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property

And runway life, this is a one-way flight

If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might

What you want me to say?

What if I cared what you said?

My maker knows the number of every hair on my head

I’m alive in the moment, opponents don’t want it

And I don’t need it either, so that’s a bonus

Since the fall of man we copied what people showed us

And grow disheartened when it occurs over and over

Then I beg your pardon, that’s a hard pill to choke down

Never been a king with a broke crown (So what?)

So what the Liberty Bell cracked?

The temple curtain ripped, how do you spell that with proper penmanship?

I won’t pretend I get paid absorbedly for the type of raw I spit

Might be against the law in the not-so-distant future

Truth is hard to find with a mind full of minutiae

What kind of mess we gonna leave behind?

Yeah, you, sir

Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property

And runway life, this is a one-way flight

If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might

Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property

And runway life, this is a one-way flight

If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might

I’m not bold and brazen as the days of my youth

Lookin' back with regret, many apologies due

Probably too many to-dos, so zip-a-dee-doo-dah

Zip-a-dee-ayy, I tipped the waitress and jetted to the mo' where

Way back in the day I fell for that

Back-breaking betting green, swimmin' pool dream

Of an imbecilic kid lookin' like he finna steal it

That’s exactly what he did just to give it away

To smoke a Ghost Toof with the dude that he paid

I don’t know, maybe they homies that way, who am I to judge

Or pass it on to anyone, I might get a stone to the dome at any time

Trying to keep it PC, oh, you into petty crime

Why they try to make empathy look so pathetic in these modern times?

It’s enough to flip your wig and turn your toupée upside-down

Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property

And runway life, this is a one-way flight

If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might

Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property

And runway life, this is a one-way flight

If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might

If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might

If I ain’t crazy yet, this the one they might