RIGHT HOOKS

Hey I got a simple plan just to bring it back I got slip-on Vans no strings attached It's a swing and a miss when I'm up to bat But when I'm up on the mic, it's a planned attack Yeah I meant to get around to finishing that Yeah I meant to get around to paying you back When I'm lying on the ground I'm playing dead When I'm back in town I paint it red When I'm up on stage I make a scene All I'm ever really doing is chasin' a dream All I'm ever really doing is chasin' a bag Shit I've got stacks like Mr. Krabs Nah, But in reality I got no money I'm bummin' like Patrick Under my rock in Bikini Bottom I'ma stay where the cash is No I'm not paying my taxes I'm under investigation for that shit I got my name on a blacklist I'm in the chat and I'm spamming your address I go non-stop when I throw right hooks at the hotel bellhop But wait What if I don't wanna write a hook Well then I guess I'll have to take it from the top I got a simple plan just to bring it back I got slip-on Vans no strings attached It's a swing and a miss when I'm up to bat But when I'm up on the mic it's a planned attack Yeah I meant to get around to finishing that Yeah I meant to get around to paying you back When I'm lying on the ground I'm playing dead When I'm back in town I paint it red What is going on? Make love to me? Purchase your tracks today? Gr- Griffin did we Did we pay for this shit? No! I'm a joker, I'm a toker I'm a midnight fucking smoker They're calling me mediocre I'm calling their bluff like poker But business is never over Nah, I check my email Cause we tell stories, leave out details And she sells seashells not for resale And he tells me I'm unfit for retail I hum a new tune in a major G scale I hate to be the one to break the news to ya Face it, man, I'm never gonna lose to ya Quick word of advice Don't think twice don't blink go somewhere nice Then hit repeat on my newest track And just hear the beat and let it move through ya Yeah! Green Man! Green Man! I got a simple plan just to bring it back I got slip-on Vans no strings attached It's a swing and a miss when I'm up to bat But when I'm up on the mic it's a planned attack Yeah I meant to get around to finishing that Yeah I meant to get around to paying you back When I'm lying on the ground I'm playing dead When I'm back in town I paint it red I paint it red