Luck

Verse 1: I'm the whitest black man, I'm the blackest white man I'm inhaling grey smoke, it's chocking my lifespan Red wine in my left, cigar in my right hand Grab my chest. My heart's a jungle with ripe land Watch him fight back. Leave them flabbergasted Leaving green phlegm in your favorite rapper's casket You know it's fantastic. Spit on the crowd. (That's sick.) The raised hands make me mad, you got a question then ask it Greedy narcissists; see them leaning now Push them over the edge of the bank so I can see them drown Spray my bitter seed right out the window, see my semen frown Neighbours up my ass: "pal, you think you could keep it down?" I don't know how. I'm just being weird, not being loud And there's no way I can think of that I could tone the shit down But fuck that, I'll do my best, not a peep or a sound I make a serious face, tell the grim reaper "not now". Fuck Chorus: "All my life I've been considered as the worst Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse" All my life i've been considered as a golden child Mind is broken now, I try to tone it down, I don't know how "All my life I've been considered as the worst Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse" One of those occasions when a gift is a curse "All my life I've been considered as the worst." Verse 2: Nah, that ain't true. I'm a good boy I want a tattoo cause Rihanna's fucking them rude boys I'm going crazy on these fucking beats, like a Shrute boy I'm inside her in a trojan, being like "what it do, troy" She grabbed my heart and called it a cute toy Karma hit me like DJ Khaled fathering a mute boy Saying that shit was a true joy Though I'm not sure if what I'm fucking saying's a true story Anyway. When you're making my tombstone Just write "here lies a boy, hella young but too grown And every drop of wine he vomited was a new poem But he flushed the fucking toilet every fucking time, cause it looked wrong" I'm a heartbreaker. It's very true, I can hook you up with hard data I'm part real, part faker. Me&mic, pepper/salt-shaker Escape first, read the charge later. They said I'm: "Kinda faggy with the artistry". Told them I agree But they didn't like the honesty. I said I'm fucking real I've seen gods die and goddesses bleed I've seen the devil dancing tango on the tallest of trees Exactly. It's beautiful but it's not pretty I'm gonna be a dumb fuck with a college degree So look at me, doing ballet with led in my bones And then I'm bumping oldies off my cellular phone, whoa