Clear - Social Club Misfits, Foggieraw

Whatever pays the rent tho

Blasting Tommy out the window (Tommy)

I can never switch though, yeah

You a copy, you a Kinko (Woop!)

Feel like Killa Cam in a mink coat, yeah

Getting jiggy with my kinfolk

When you claim you the best that’s an insult, yeah

Every song feelin' like the intro

I was chosen, it’s not random

This is Fernie baby talkin'

On the track like Chris Walken

On the track like Chris Wallace

Yea, the flow is that polished

No pride I’m just honest

No hate I’m just truthful

Rhyme words for the youthful

10 down I’m too true to it

I was the kid on the block

Who got intrigued by the blocks

If I could do it all over I’d probably end up in this spot

It is the goodness of God that would lead a man to repentance

I put my life in these words

And I pray you don’t catch you a sentence

I pray you make it till tomorrow

I pray He take away your sorrow (I do)

I’ll pray if I say that I’ll pray for you

Yeah you don’t gotta worry 'bout it (uh-uh)

You don’t gotta think about it

I’ma man of my word, aye (I am)

That’s one thing about it (Okay)

Make this a note to yourself if you ain’t get the memo I jotted

This the one like I’m Dan Rue

Or Dan Marino with the Dolphins

My offense is much sicker than swine flu

In them Brickell buildings need an office

I paid my dues still remain hungry

Game for keeps in my lane lovely

And my God reigns I’m in His time frame, Fernie

Getting jiggy with my kinfolk (Yeah)

When you say you the best that’s an insult, whoa (Uh-huh)

Every song feelin' like the intro (Ooh)

I was chosen, it’s not random

No, aye

Pull up baby she said is you sharin' some?

No aye Be be bean just like Charlie Sheen, ge ge ge geen

Comin' clean just like Listerine, swish, swish, swish

C note clean shawty whatchu mean (Mmm)

This is when the blessing meet the dream

This that Marty, Fern, and Sidechain bet you seen the gleam

This that no weapon shall prosper bet you see the jeans

This when lu lu got with sam three, bet she seen the ring

Milly rock in my Birkenstock, I done did my thing

I can’t take opinions from no blog

Look, I can’t take no cellular from no stomp

I done did my thing

Getting jiggy with my kinfolk

When you say you the best that’s an insult

Look, every song sound like the intro

I was chosen, this ain’t random, no