Improv

If it isnt Nikes or a flight I ain't checking into Shit The improv prodigy I'm messing with the script the most decadent every second that I flip Is another dollar made to help my checking get a lift Stiff as a board light as a feather as I drift Somewhere in the wind getting lost within the mist Bought a couple things simply trying to get over shit Thinking if I could mask it well enough they wouldn't notice it But little did I know I'm in the middle of a situation sticking to the flow Looking right to left like I ain't had no place to go So I start to dig a hole I'm taking tunnel visions to a whole different mode I wake up and stumble to the bathrooom after long night of drinking I was pouring drinks like I had to what the f*ck was I thinking Merry go round merry go round Now Shit is spinning I sit and listen Still they don't make a sound when I'm around When I'm around Still they don't make a sound when I'm around Aye Grind hard enough to break enamel on your teeth An animal the way I'm handling the beat Olympic torch holder how I'm handling the heat I'm cutting time thin hand the mandolin to me Still standing on my feet I was never in the house like I was camping on the streets Marked the letter with a stamp started dancing in my dreams Channeled in some green Made a TV guide so I can channel in a team I can't keep running away I can't keep running away I can't keep running away Away Away Away Away Away Yea