I Get It a Lot

I get it a lot

The cutters always taking my spot

I did it then dropped

The rubbernecks gonna question what pops and sever what's not

Run them low then hit up the slots

I'll bet you the pot

Summer flows is over, it's gone

I go at the stop, I got no self-control

Self-indulge, trying to find a sound I've never felt before

In a place that was never home

Shit's a race like I've never known

And my pace on a stethoscope

Sick of faking my metronome

Gotta make this shit seminal because fuck a bounce back

Evidence of failure is evident but don't count that

Remember momma bought me the DJ set with no click track

Jimmy rigs, man, I miss that

Anything just to get back on that time

Don't feel the beat? Man, that's fine

I think your sequence half-time

This shit don't need no drums, no hums

Flip crazy like gaslight

Keeping the peace

See when the street no lead, all graphite

You focused? Man, that's tight

Just bad timing

Still Antkind-ing and it might be the last go

Know that I passed my whole life, but if I be the last hope

Just know you did this to me

Front row, these digits pennies

Just know you did this to me

Let me tell you about this theory

Everybody flip to page...

I get it a lot

The cutters always taking my spot

I get it a lot

The rubbernecks gonna question what pops

I get it a lot

Run them low then hit up the slots

I get it a lot

Summer flows is over, it's gone

I get it a lot

The cutters always taking my spot

I get it a lot

The rubbernecks gonna question what pops

I get it a lot

Run them low then hit up the slots

I get it a lot

Summer flows

Start to piece myself back together but the parts sold separately

Running off of equity

Everybody need an evergreen but evidently ain't received the invite

Because we bested the recipe, the effort left in me will get by

This blessed, no gesundheit

Don't need your charity or pity

You barely been with me, that's a fine line

I might say there's a danger in our hindsight

Feel it's at the front of my mind, but I ain't far-sighted

Easy to imitate the imagery when we off-white it

Reeling after all of these years but we ain't Paul Simon

Shining, no diamonds

Just like my hero

I lie about my findings, put my patience at a zero

Might just try to kill the ego, assassinate my career

It must be the Magic Bullet Theory right between my ears

I'm embracing my pen now

Listened to your critiques so hear it through to the end now

We lost the Norm