RED

[Verse: Wax] Got beans in the pot, hot dogs on the griddle Five dollar merlot, we call it Merlittle I spend time tripping when I'm red wine sipping, b Me? I think I came to an epiphany Got beans in the pot, hot dogs on the griddle Five dollar merlot, we call it Merlittle I spend time tripping when I'm red wine sipping Red tint got things looking different, check it My future's never been bright nor clear So I don't wear shades, I just buy more beer Every January first I say this is your year As I stare at the medicine cabinet door mirror But this year, the face looking out Had a little smile on the side of its crooked mouth And I knew it just as soon as I had seen it That this time this motherfucker really did mean it So I took it to heart and played my part And made the right moves for the forward progression of my art So now without no shame This time next year I'll be a household name I'm serious, I'm about to travel around the world spitting Getting nastier than having anal sex while the girl's shitting You just pictured that visual? Didn't you? Isn't that proof that what I spit was true? I take your brain further than it ever thought of going Mixing a Christopher Nolan vision with the art of flowing I never thought of blowing up overnight I sit at home and write with a smoking pipe just to cope with life So don't ask me why I ain't got signed yet Ask yourself if you've opened up your mind yet Ask Apple if they've invented the iPhone 9 yet Ask Stephen Hawking to explain why we haven't traveled time yet The future's wide open, a fact that combats any suicidal notion The Rap Book for Dummies? I just threw inside the ocean And replaced it with the basic rules of making music Strictly by the most internal, instincts I got Compose things verbal that my circle within thinks are hot Besides music ain't much more that I got That's why I'm writing and recording a lot Man, cause I don't know how my life's gonna end, brah Probably sipping Svedka in a Sentra I don't pretend to be something I ain't Til the picture of myself is a saint Ain't a picture that I paint The red dripping down the leg of an artists's easel The blood flowing through the brains of the smartest people The apple Eve bit from that started evil A darker hue of the fish guts for the sharks and seagulls In the haystack, I'm the sharpest needle You were left way back, we are far from equal Attaboy, you're kindergarten repeating I'm Adam, boy, I'm in the Garden of Eden So tell the devil that the apple ain't enough Unless he puts something in there to get me really fucked up MDMA in the core of it And I be fucking Eve til she can't take no more of it First time for everything, every single orifice And she be trying to keep the noise like there's an ordinance Set the coordinates, hit the gas, punk We ain't gonna stop unless the order is from NASA It's like me and Herbs filled out a form to get the cash, brah Money for knowledge, you would of sworn it was FAFSA Get your student loan believe We at a level most humans won't achieve We doing shit that people do in only dreams And I ain't talking bout the pretty shit on the screens I'm talking about actual self-fulfillment Dreams you imagined manifested into real shit Dreams you feel with the core of your soul Dreams you've had since you were four years old Dreams you've had that kept you warm when it was cold That one glimmer of hope that good fortune's down the road My father wanted an abortion I was told All he left me was this dream and I've morphed it into gold There ain't a fucking thing in life that I can't accomplish There ain't a fucking mind on earth that I can't astonish The promised land is not really a land that's promised To get there you got to bear hug anacondas Swim through a pool full of sharks and piranhas We get there? We gon' bubble on some Scantron ish To summarize what I've said Self-doubt's only something in your head So when it's all over and I'm dead Write my epitaph... in red