Charles Hamilton - Kevin McCallister lyrics

Just another day in the office, using my
Offensive ways as my offense wait
I’m never offensive!
Nor am I talking shit y’all are all
Pensive waiting for my pen to
Dance i enhance when I rap there
Is your chance in fact
You can take away the fact I dance when I
Rap i just grew what to adjust to?
In love with you but who loves me more
God or aliens? So afraid that I
Got these aliens in a sticky
Position no more am I posing, I get it in i’m
Listening deeper than ever before
The weather is bored, let me make it rain

Mama doesn’t exist, so I
Guess I’m going home
I guess I’m going home alone
My father doesn’t mean shit
So I guess I’m going home alone
Obviously, that’s it but
I guess I’m going home alone
Said I guess I’m going home
I guess I’m going home alone

My grandmother say I don’t play the piano
Enough well she doesn’t understand that
It’s love i can’t use my talent
To overdose and use the
Balance that I channel when I go
In and I’m dancing when I’m
Flowing i can’t dance when I’m
Playing the piano so then, i got to
Stay still imagine the chords imagine
The lords just dancing
Grabbing the floor as if He’s praying to the
Flow sometimes I’m unable to go But
Then He says "So?" So when God says to do it
My head says "Extra Movement Time!"
Blessings from the
You-know-who and pardon me sixes
But you’re beautiful

Mama doesn’t exist
So I guess I’m going home alone
My father doesn’t mean shit
So I guess I’m going home alone
Obviously, that’s it but
I guess I’m going home alone
Said I guess I’m going home
I guess I’m going home alone

Why do y’all pretend that you
Don’t exist? Especially when my
Flow is THIS y’all understand
Every poet’s spit but
You don’t understand the holy
Glimpse that I give y’all just by
Holding your hips and making sure
You dance to the holy shit
That I give, present, spit, live with
The difference isn’t with y’all in fact
It pisses y’all off but, i
Ain’t trying to get like them! They
Wish to get my phlegm
Spit the way that I spit i
Give away like Red Hot Chili
Peppers in a mosh pit the
New Flea, riding the bass
No loose leaf praying one day you can
Do me while I’m not asleep

Mama doesn’t exist
So I guess I’m going home alone
My father doesn’t mean shit
So I guess I’m going home alone
Obviously, that’s it but
I guess I’m going home alone
Said I guess I’m going home
I guess I’m going home alone