Rehab - One lyrics

Wartown
Dakota on the beat

Welcome to bizarrodom, F for frizzackin'
Mr brownstone mighta
Coulda been the death of me
Testosterone higher than the development
Of my frontal lobe
Plus IQ equals eighteen years old
Indestructible to a young buck full of
All he thinks he know
Man, you ain't no Banksy, you a Bansky
You acting all Louis Vuitton
But you Vouis Luitton
Broke as a bankrupt bastard
Play pretend 'til the credit card catch up
What you gonna say when the
Receipts don't match up?
You gonna chill, give it up
Or cook another batch up?
Don't see no better, don't know no better
Was yelled at me dead in my face like
"Get that cheddar"
Yeah, this the real footage
Not with a
Woulda-coulda-shoulda been-probably
But
Yeah, I mighta done better possibly
With a killer instinct
But I'm not a counterfeiter
Thinkin' for yourself offends many agendas
Money and war both based on opinion
Say it ain't so when you lie
But who's fault?
You don't know either
Huh? Welcome to the war
Turn the other cheek, thou shalt not kill
Really don't rhyme with divide and conquer
But I use it 'cause the truth
Is the world been bonkers

Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property
And runway life, this is a one-way flight
If I ain't crazy yet
This the one they might
Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property
And runway life, this is a one-way flight
If I ain't crazy yet
This the one they might

What you want me to say? What
If I cared what you said?
My maker knows the number of
Every hair on my head
I'm alive in the moment
Opponents don't want it
And I don't need it either
So that's a bonus
Since the fall of man we
Copied what people showed us
And grow disheartened when it
Occurs over and over
Then I beg your pardon
That's a hard pill to choke down
Never been a king with a broke crown
(So what?)
So what the Liberty Bell cracked?
The temple curtain ripped
How do you spell that with proper penmanship?
I won't pretend I get paid absorbedly for
The type of raw I spit
Might be against the law
In the not-so-distant future
Truth is hard to find with
A mind full of minutiae
What kind of mess we gonna leave behind?
Yeah, you, sir

Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property
And runway life, this is a one-way flight
If I ain't crazy yet
This the one they might
Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property
And runway life, this is a one-way flight
If I ain't crazy yet
This the one they might

I'm not bold and brazen as
The days of my youth
Lookin' back with regret, many apologies due
Probably too many to dos
So zip-a-dee doo dah
Zip-a-dee ayy
I tipped the waitress and jetted
To the mo' where
Way back in the day I fell for that
Back-breaking betting green
Swimmin' pool dream
Of an imbecilic kid lookin' like
He finna steal it
That's exactly what he did just
To give it away
To smoke a Ghost Toof with
The dude that he paid
I don't know, maybe they homies that way
Who am I to judge
Or pass it on to anyone
I might get a stone to the dome at any time
Trying to keep it PC, oh
You into petty crime
Why they try to make empathy look
So pathetic in these modern times?
It's enough to flip your wig and
Turn your toupée upside down

Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property
And runway life, this is a one-way flight
If I ain't crazy yet
This the one they might
Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property
And runway life, this is a one-way flight
If I ain't crazy yet
This the one they might

If I ain't crazy yet
This the one they might
If I ain't crazy yet
This the one they might