MPC1

I wrote a message to my baby, said I think that I'm gonna make it I'm on fire cause I'm baking Better take me out and shake me like a fake bomb Blowing for the first time I'mma call you one time Better be just so kind I've been rapping ever since I was a kid Wanted to create but I didn't have a plan I got a magic pen I wrote it on my hand Turned me to a man Turned you to a fan, uh So now we're blowing Crack me up and drop me in the cave and now I'm glowing You could drop me in the water now and yeah I'm floating Writing, slipping off the page and now im fucking going You can't pay for everything and now it's showing You already know it I could take a box and just go and make a song You could tell me about my art and then I'll tell you that you're wrong I could tell just from the start that you got no heart in palms You need the love man I had it all along And even though he said don't rant about me and don't be mean The songs, you wrote this fucking song You wrote all these songs and more songs and more songs And more songs And so many songs And so many songs And so many songs And so many songs