KFP (shouts to Mac): High Spirits

Koolaid and frozen pizza Nah I aint mac, but a white MC, ya Rolling up my weed cause I need to be high Need to cap of shrooms God telling why Like why aint your head in my lap Why you fronting like that You know you need my loving baby why aint you into my raps Know youre tired of the dickwad, fuckboys, and frats Im different kinda asshole if youre looking to match Mean Imma smoke you out but only if Im hitting that ass Its game that you be playing if you cash it n dash I love women, but these girlies, man they all love to act And I be casting for fame Im mean im writing the roles we fill Thinking off all these pills Needing perscriptions filled All of this toxic ill Filling my body slow Ditching out meals for snow Or at least a taste of that thicker smoke I dont know what I be saying Lately I be thinking you should call me Maybe Gimme a taste of your perspection Baby I aint sane but just dont call me Crazy I been working so hard for long I think its past due for me to recharge I'll trade talking for the movement of your jaw I aint an ass but always just spit wrong So give me your comments And feed into concept I want your brain babe I want your knowledge I want your life As in I want you partner This aint a game But can we have a restarter? Not an excuse But I change the way brain thinks Not an excuse But I could change the way head speaks I think the world could be a bit sweeter with you and me got to be laying each other Like got to be knowing whats under the covers Im all about lovers Give two shits bout numbers Just give me your digits You got two of mine already hi in ya I know im crass But its all in that ass The things I do Your motherhood To tell the truth Those hips