Roses

Tell whoevers going for my crown Im pushing this big ass boulder up a mountain soldering it out I do the mix and master Mans moving like the Disco Dancer I throw the bass snag the big snapper I had to wrap it in cling I know Im late but I had to get the trim Im at the mixing desk bagging up the ting The Stanley in the ringer got me scratching off the VIN I was drowning man was in the deep end Now Im flying out to Paris for the weekend Im at my optimal Im on a call smoking tropical I get the Ballon DOr man is on the ball So Messi with it But it still sound real tekkie innit Dont get it twisted The tide shifted I get lifted I break the bread I pair the red with the brisket Sometimes I see myself and wonder How you get so fly Baby dont cry I aint ya normal guy Dry ya eye Unattainable untenable Tower of babel done fell Shawty called Im still playing ball My paper taller than the jail wall Flakes a yay yeah i rail em all Ceaseless how i splay the gall Gold and placqys how I grace the halls P raised all a yallz Im on a wetters super-soakin Sonny Buda smokin Yous a loner doin the most You on groupon schmoozing Truth be spoken Exuberance keep the groupies scoping You in cycle cah ya energy keep the floozies roped in Im eating first class You eatin arse without the freedom pass Diamond Geezer all I see is glass deep the class Class is in session You at Camelot with half a Benson I charm the pension of your marge with a lasting friendship