Red

Got beans in the pot, hot dogs on the griddle
 Five dollar merlot, we call it Merlittle
 I spend time tripping when I'm red wine sipping, b
 Me? I think I came to an epiphany
 Got beans in the pot, hot dogs on the griddle
 Five dollar merlot, we call it Merlittle
 I spend time tripping when I'm red wine sipping
 Red tint got things looking different, check it
 My future's never been bright nor clear
 So I don't wear shades, I just buy more beer
 Every January first I say this is your year
 As I stare at the medicine cabinet door mirror
 But this year, the face looking out
 Had a little smile on the side of its crooked mouth
 And I knew it just as soon as I had seen it
 That this time this motherfucker really did mean it
 So I took it to heart and played my part
 And made the right moves for the forward progression of my art
 So now without no shame
 This time next year I'll be a household name
 I'm serious, I'm about to travel around the world spitting
 Getting nastier than having anal sex while the girl's shitting
 You just pictured that visual? Didn't you?
 Isn't that proof that what I spit was true?
 I take your brain further than it ever thought of going
 Mixing the Christopher Nolan vision with the art of flowing
 I never thought of blowing up overnight
 I sit at home and write with a smoking pipe just to cope with life
 So don't ask me why I ain't got signed yet
 Ask yourself if you've opened up your mind yet
 Ask Apple if they've invented the iPhone 9 yet
 Ask Stephen Hawking to explain why we haven't traveled time yet
 The future's wide open, a fact that combats any suicidal notion
 The Rap Book for Dummies? I just threw inside the ocean
 And replaced it with the basic rules of making music
 Strictly by the most internal, instincts I got
 Compose things verbal that my circle within thinks are hot
 Besides music ain't much more that I got
 That's why I'm writing and recording a lot
 Man, cause I don't know how my life's gonna end, brah
 Probably sipping Svedka in a Sentra
 I don't pretend to be something I ain't
 Til the picture of myself is a saint
 Ain't a picture that I paint
 The red dripping down the leg of an artists's easel
 The blood flowing through the brains of the smartest people
 The apple Eve bit from that started evil
 A darker hue of the fish guts for the sharks and seagulls
 In the haystack, I'm the sharpest needle
 You were left way back, we are far from equal
 Attaboy, you're kindergarten repeating
 I'm Adam, boy, I'm in the Garden of Eden
 So tell the devil that the apple ain't enough
 Unless he puts something in there to get me really fucked up
 MDMA in the core of it
 And I be fucking Eve til she can't take no more of it
 First time for everything, every single orifice
 And she be trying to keep the noise like there's an ordinance
 Set the coordinates, hit the gas, punk
 We ain't gonna stop unless the order is from NASA
 It's like me and Herbs filled out a form to get the cash, brah
 Money for knowledge, you would of sworn it was FAFSA
 Get your student loan believe
 We at a level most humans won't achieve
 We doing shit that people do in only dreams
 And I ain't talking bout the pretty shit on the screens
 I'm talking about actual self-fulfillment
 Dreams you imagined manifested into real shit
 Dreams you feel with the core of your soul
 Dreams you've had since you were four years old
 Dreams you've had that kept you warm when it was cold
 That one glimmer of hope that good fortune's down the road
 My father wanted an abortion I was told
 All he left me was this dream and I've morphed it into gold
 There ain't a fucking thing in life that I can't accomplish
 There ain't a fucking mind on earth that I can't astonish
 The promised land is not really a land that's promised
 To get there you got to bear hug anacondas
 Swim through a pool full of sharks and piranhas
 We get there? We gon' bubble on some Scantron ish
 To summarize what I've said
 Self-doubt's only something in your head
 So when it's all over and I'm dead
 Write my epitaph... in red