Bause Sauce

Here we go again, my brain turn into liquid from the liquor I depend My mind turn into flubber then I'm trying to make amends I get a little stoned to try to tackle what's ahead A writers stone a writers block, a writers rocky edge With the pen I swear I'm at the ledge or the pen I' swear I'm at the ledge of pretend Chances are if I'm popping off then I'm aiming to offend No offence My mind Staying on defence Try to write a song then it's feeling like a defect Try to write a bar then I'm feeling like a heathen Try to ride a bar then my memory is beaten Ah, I don't know what to do Creative in my craft but a blanks what I drew When you aiming for the green you can often feel blue But they calling me the Bause cause I'm heavy on the sauce Calling me the Bause cause I'm Heavy with the Sauce right? Calling me the Bause cause I'm heavy with the Sauce like Calling me the Bause cause I'm heavy with the Sauce right? Calling me the bause cause im... haha, F*ck it Coming back, once again, and I don't give f*ck Sweet bars like honey best believe that'll you get stuck In my brain, when I spit, shit I'm really throwing up I've been dim, but I'm bright, shit I'm really glowing up On these niggas Change up, switch up, hit another flow Mainframe, pick up, when I'm putting on a show Rhyme scheme, flip up, when I'm scheming on the low White girl, with us, and we going Blow for Blow Every line I'm cutting up, got you thinking got you going like you really fucking up Second that I left my mommas crib I started growing up And the minute that I found Backroom shit I started blowing up I was quiet, I was timid, I was sticking to my lane Everyone's a critic when you're doing you're own thang Everyone comes gunning when it's someone else to blame So best believe I'm running, doing circles round the game Motherfuckers I don't, ever rock a lease Two years in a whip, bitch that's sounding like a leash Well sheesh, got damn, how you ever finding peace Got debt so big, you can buy a masterpiece Been in school so long where the f*ck is your degree I didn't wanna go y'all gave me third degree Came Out from the fire like 10,000 degrees Royal blood in My veins MIA 2 Florida Keys MotherFucker Calling Me the Bause cause I'm Heavy with the Sauce right? Calling me the Bause cause I'm Heavy with the Sauce like