Skyzoo - Rocket Science lyrics

Labeled me different from the jump
When all I was here to do was jump in
Outcast for not knowing what dumb is
They say I'm OutKast with a
Corner store run in
I listen to 3 Stacks and hope
I'm what he fuck with
I know I'm what he fuck with
Never mind hoping
Cause dope knows dope so as far
As what the dope is
It gets familiar, the memory stays
No matter the time, no memory's vague
So every memory saved
Is recognition of the first time dipping
It feel like the reason you started penning
And I'm from the home of the skid marks
The Popeye big arms
So me being the raw is all I was built for
Growing in your attention while
Mine is growing hallow
As I type this verse, I'm BBMing a model
Or better yet, she BBMing me
Sending me pictures of all that
She wanna give to me
Everything from after the shower
To Louis Vuitton receipts
Saying it's a gift
And a gift whenever we meet
And I'm trying to finish this record
But believe me
She look like everything I expected
So I be knee deep
ASAP, the beat on playback
I still got more to say
And she can't change that
And I can't break that
As broke as the rest be
Swear what I write is all the
Shit that they left me

I swear it's not rocket science
I just tell em what my day is
And they alike so they replay it
I swear it's not rocket science
I just tell em what my day like
And they alike so they know the date right

Never preached on a record
I just said what it be on a record
And made em wanna believe on a record
Anytime it's me on a record
I par the bars and don't give em
Room to breathe on a record
They saying that my ingenuity was
Designed for you to be
So I be backpedaling going from you to me
I'm still trying to believe in a hero
But, I keep aiming for where
They be from the get-go
And maybe mine alone, died alone
My hands was by the phone
Like when Omar popped Brother
Mouzone by the scroll
And called like come get em
I'm all but done with em
I was often who you loved when
Paul was running with em
Apologies, whatever it gotta be
Pay that cost
And hope yall on the side of me
And may that cost be no
More than a proper fee
Talking the influx, kidding you gotta be
Shit is just outta me, I right my 24
They say it's complicated but them
Hours is for the call
Tell em I'm a 95 Nike ad, half cent dog
Got all type of swag
Double D Tyra with a wifey tag
Telling me the past is the
Past in the past frame
Bitches be having babies over night
Like what's your last name?
Promise me you'll know it if it's ever you
And not walk around thinking tumor's
Got the best of you

I swear it's not rocket science
They think I'm probably lying
If you forever been a fan
They say you probably biased
I forever been the stamp of a higher climbing
And they won't let you get a
Hand if you tryna find it
But, I'm in a room full of chargers
Typing out my life for the starters
And ever pair of sneakers is a part of it
Contemplating becoming a martyr
And if I'll even know it
If it happens so regardless
I swear it's not rocket sciencenot at all