Missed Calls

Girl, I ain't no star I just ain't from 'round here (Check, check, check) My pilot told me I'll go far (you gotta light today) If I stay from 'round here (Check, check, check) (you are my prisoner, woo) Hell, I'm so good at missing calls Bitch, I'm perfect this year (sheesh) (Check, check, check) (sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep) And I suggest you trace your scars If you get lost, my dear (straight) (Check, check, check) alright Nigga, I can't tell if I'm dreaming Lord, forgive me if I think I'm in charge But the snakes in the grass are starting to get smart And the snake in my pants is starting to get hard And I'm fucking everything with two legs and a heart And some ass, and some titties, and an atm card Fetish for my flaws, and I lust for my scars And this broke nigga dick guarantee I won't starve Well I suppose, that you suppose, using hoes, is getting old And you oppose that maybe I should grown on up, and iron clothes And find some hope, find some work, and write in cursive Been a flirter since my birth They wrapped me up so I ain't f*ck the nurse Too numb to react when you struck a nerve So I hits the bitch in a circle jerk With me, myself, and my demon semen Canine teeth got me feline fiendin' Hold up, rewind, make a beeline, feel like a bald eagle chiefin' I ain't even breathin' I'm a motherfuckin' ghost you can tell 'cause I flow And I lose my head without even bleeding F*ck what a motherfucker thought, that they knew about us We got the juice and we keep on squeezing Like drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Hold up me cup, me take a sip Hold up me pinky, me think me rich Me being foolish, me no pay rent Me look at roomies, all of 'em pissed Eviction notice, taped to the fridge Thank the Most High, me no got kids They would be cannibals, eating your kids, told you I told her Girl, I ain't no star I just ain't from 'round here (Check, check, check) cer-certain talk, check 'em in My pilot told me I'll go far If I stay from 'round here (Check, check, check) when you When you see me in that bentley, don't start to acting friendly Hell, I'm so good at missing calls (if you don't f*ck with me) Bitch, I'm perfect this year (Check, check, check) When the room's spinning and the who's who's in it And I suggest you trace your scars (la, la-la-la-la-la-la, la) If you get lost, my dear (Check, check, check) and, and you ain't on the list Now the A-list enlisted the real one (yeah) I done had all night to think about this I done had all life to think about this Get a plate with strife and two sides of shit Let me click my heels and toss in them grits Let a nigga hold five 'til my grinder click I done had all life to think about this All y'all judging, handful of Bics I done passed out twice and I ain't been hit Shit, I might be blessed, let me right this left Navigate this ride, I really don't need un-employment Line like who bought the fifth? (Hey) Who brought the lobes? And who had got kids Let me get that little piece together Pen start on my thesis weather Lay-away head start on my niece's sweater Money thrown on my chicken, man crease it whatever Gotta go, gotta go, gotta leave you better Grew up where the leaves are wetter And I hope and I pray when you read this letter That the seeds don't catch up to your knees already 'Cause all my dogs good They running, they running don't run out the clock They living in a falsehood for damn way too long, man, check out the stock But that's cool, y'all can keep on sipping out this narcissistic pool And I'ma sit outside that shit just like the old dudes Said I'ma sit outside that shit just like Kukoč do And watch you jump hula hoops to satisfy your sudoku Said, baby girl, I ain't no star (check) I just ain't from 'round here (check, check) White walls and wood floors My pilot told me I'll go far (check) If I stay from 'round here (check, check) When you, you see me at the bar don't Don't go to hollerin' about no shots, man Hell, I'm so good at missing calls (check) Bitch, I'm perfect this year (check, check) If you don't f*ck with me And I suggest you trace your scars (check) If you get lost, my dear (check, check) One chair by the window People watching corner, slow up