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I don't know, man, I don't know I woke up one day, drawn to flow I had this dream so long ago The rap game needs K Bibbles, yo I've got no clue what I am even doing But I know why it's what I'm pursuing Word play's fun, I find it so amusing Take my words and start the misconstruing I don't know what people have been viewing So misleading and confusing, reviews are skewed And it's approving all the spewing This ain't the type of screwing I want proven on a mood ring It's the type of screwing that'll need lubing - glueing NO I don't know 'bout y'all but ain't nobody but me touchin' my asshole "Exit Only" quote around my hole Only me and TP goin' down that road... or a hoe You know I don't mean a thot, I mean a bro And not a bro in the sense of with a dick Like, I'm talkin' 'bout a bitch, like a man, with the "wo" Also She better be a homie in the sense that she doesn't take it all emo-tion-al We can talk about our feelings, obvio But all of the time? Shawty gotsta go! I don't know, man, I don't know I woke up one day, drawn to flow I had this dream so long ago The rap game needs K Bibbles, yo Please no more talkie, I need smoke I'll toke gelato from my bowl I'll drop some Lucy, that's my girl Then pop some Mo, that's how I roll Candy flipping, trippin' off a tab from a lab And a rock with a lady's name - simping Chin is grinning Tiger in my blood, like a young Chuck Sheen, so I guess I'm winning Clever spitting Fitting what I can in, that's called willing I'll be drowning in the pussy, but the boy still swimming Just one night, I'll leave you limping Quadriplegic from a damn good dicking "Oh! How sickening! You should know words are a little bit crippling" Not the best word choice, that's called slipping When ya slip, that's tit, cuz it leaves me dripping - splash But I won't go "drip, drip", that's that trash When it ain't about the craft, only 'bout that cash 808's, some bass, ad libs, some ass I could try to hold it back but the boy been brash I don't know, man, I don't know I woke up one day, drawn to flow I had this dream so long ago The rap game needs K Bibbles, yo Kyle's dead, I threw him out You're dealing with K Bibbles now Laughter master, that is what I'm after Let's talk range, that's only one of many chapters Mixed in with disaster, and pockets gettin' fatter Then cash slim fasted; I was always gettin' plastered Mentally was scattered, when I cared, it didn't matter I would rather speak my mind and that's why I became a rapper No hook, no need, like Jay-Z, but less blacker The cracker that's adapted to all types like I'm a hacker Daggers - vocally, I'll stab ya, get ya whacked cuh Capture all your final seconds streaming through the plasma