Verse 1: Young Simba Check the symptoms Super ill but yellow bellied Zomer Simpson I was timid as a kid gettin the recognition as an infant And then some Since I was 2 Sippin juice I been into Dr. Seuss Throwin deuces to the goofs Tell the truth Now the booth Is my refuge Driven to be the one they talkin bout Where's my rev-enues? (Rev/News) Good kid Straight A's Moved a lot when I was little Never in the same place I listened to Eminem when i was in the third grade Again and again with my friends Now we mimicking All what the words say Then I heard Jay And in turn Ye Then 50 Cent told me to go: It's my birthday A gifted headed kid Why they givin medicine To all of the competitors They said that I was better than? Leveled the playing field- I stopped playing games They said that the change is real, I thought I stayed the same Tryin to make a name Jeff City to Wildwood St. Louie's claim I was smilin through my childhood Verse 2: Young soul So mature though Blunt rolled While I'm bumpin a concerto Jerky on the dance floor No Oberto Back to the pad Merlot with some Virgos Aspirations of a high schooler Women would give me a chance But it was like the older guys' cooler Then I turned 16 Got myself a six speed Flipped it quickly, Coulda died, would they miss me? Understandably began to make a plan A second chance to be the man I knew I can Two sport athlete and a valedictorian More than 40 songs recorded Swore I'd never be bored again Learned what's important A life portrait enormous I wanna see the world My perspective in orbit Verse 3: University Pressuring me for a third degree Don't think it brought out the worst in me diversity ain't adversity Urban teens tryna be absurd as Ron Burgundy Too many emerging geniuses turned to emergencies (emerging C's) Full of uncertainty But graduated anyway Made it out debt free But didn't have a penny saved Young Hemingway Hennessy and lemonade Tryin not to blow it like a windy day Verse 4: Now that I've got the nation's greatest rated degree in journalism Nobody will hire me- I'm worried it wasn't worth admission I'm sure it isn't worse than prison But- Servin kids a curt decision: Find work or We ain't workin wit em Studied abroad in Auckland Often saw some awesome sights Cautious thoughts no longer the boss I'm off to awesome heights Now pay it forward Give it back Workin with the youth Tell the truth In these gifted raps

Verse 1: She called me a player But she played herself I just keep it moving Like conveyor belts Coulda shoulda woulda Said the way I felt Marchin with a Spring in my step Cuz I May as well It's a damn thrill When it's all piling on like a landfill Under the weight of an anvil I can't be great at a standstill Fat Freddy's Drop: (What are we gonna do while we're waiting here? Caught in a traffic jam, going nowhere) Roll my window down Lookin up at the ducks Wonder where they'll hit the ground? Feelin caged So my pen is out I'm on a mental adventure My life is on a different route Chorus (x2) FFD: I hear it on my window pane, Calling out my name Tellin me to stay Gotta know what you're running from Before you know what you're running to What'd you leave behind? ZoMeR: I'm on the move! FFD: I'll be gone when the morning comes Sun gonna paint a view Colors in your life ZoMeR: I'm on the move Verse 3: Jess Lauren I know you're not used to this But when I leave give me a goodbye kiss 'Cause it's just what I gotta do Keep on going and it's without you Baby, baby, I'm on the move It's just what I gotta do I'm on the move I'm on the move I gotta let go of you... Verse 4: ZoMeR She was hot but she cool Outside the school Probly thought I looked a fool She was wet as a drop From a hop up in the pool But y'all don't know that I don't really know the rules Got as close as the folks in motion pictures and shows But had to know that we'd chosen devotion quicker than most Crossin oceans Still a coast apart Already broke So I ain't copin with a broken heart I thought we started out hot and heavy And it got me ready To go steady Instead I'm bein so petty Go with the flow I'm a broke levy I won't sweat the only thing bringin me down, like a low Chevy Hope that she don't think that I deserted her I never had this kinda purpose "Is it worth the hurt?" I blurted "sure" Not movin on Just on the move It was winter when you went away (wins) What I got to lose? Bridge: FFD In the wake of your goodbye, I linger Lay down your head Reaching with my heart and soul You've got no place As the sun shines through the cold And the truth comes when we're fold Don't let yourself, don't forget yourself! Chorus x2

Hook: My team on it- You should pat me on the back I'd get up off the grid if it got me on the map Y'all ready for Zome when I get in my zone? Look to the legends "No direction home" Verse 1: So I'm off, with my nose to the sky Took a leap of faith, and I hope that I'll fly But I don't really know where I'm at right now Am I dope? Those I show hear my track like "Wow" Lookin for my car it's on the other side of town Thought I parked it by the market But I'm farther than it now On Saturday- I'm in the city to explore a bit and Phone battery- Is dead, I'm disoriented Met an old man at the corner and I asked him where I'm at? And he laughed Use a map Not an app He unwrapped the folds His thumb tracked the roads Use that legend it's the compass rose Back to those Shouldn't need a phone or a drone to find my way home The way I'm raised ain't displayed on my gravestone [Ohh] He sent me in the right direction Or was it left? I can never trust my discretion (Lost) But i found my ride eventually Fuckin with me mentally It took about a century (Lost) Now I'm cruising on my drive back Back to the pad don't need a map for me to find that (Lost) Right? But now it's lookin unfamiliar Feel a lil silly I ain't wit it But who's wittier? ZOME The road is long Writing while I'm riding Swerving when I wrote this song Bridge: Lead and never follow Do the right thang, Spike Lee done said the motto Not all those who wander are lost (Are lost) Get lost Get lost Hook x2 Verse 2: Had a lot of heroes growing up Sad to see em trippin over bucks Some went down the wrong path Deep as a long pass Some weren't even real- what the fuck? Too many cyber jerks Occupy this Earth Diggin in my closet for that 98 McGwire shirt What's the chance that my mans gets banned ? For shenanigans, damn Think of Lance out in France That subtle truth Of troubled youth Cheating chasin W's They love to boo Actresses get model boobs Rappers usin auto tune But athletes they get on da juice Suddenly they all buffoons? Big deal The hand of God and Santa Claus are fake? Get real Thats disappearing idols Everybody skeptic of a title and a bible [Used to it!] You could say we killin it Greediness is even more gullible than innocence Finna spend a minute on the men who never give a shit Do the minimum, say they grown, but they kid-ding biiish Need a zero to a hero figure Real quick An Uncle Phil to my Will Smith Too many jokers in the deck for me to deal with That need to get lost- bad kids on a field trip A real hero don't need to wear a cape or a mask To be the one to carry weight on their back You can stay fly without blazing through the sky And they can look up to ya without raising an eye Maybe then I Could make and provide Some direction for these kids At least say that I'll try Greats make mistakes Tiger Woods, Kobe Bryant "Welcome to the jungle" Who the king? Who's lyin? (Lion) Bridge Hook x2 Outro: Find my way back Find my way back I can never Find my way back

Verse 1: SpoonMan Hopped on a plane For a getaway 'Cause I need to stay away From the States My girl said she needed a break From me, 'cause of all the deceit Got to my Air BnB In the 3rd arrondissement Life was way better when Drugs were just a condiment And not a necessity These street signs are testing me Silence is stressin me Question my destiny Sitting by the sign, See if I can find one, See if I can find one like I found a baguette No AC in this cafe and It's causing me to sweat But it's fine, I got wine, I got Euros to spend I know plenty of French All that's missing is friends I'm standing by the Eiffel taking a selfie Tryna smile Standing by the Eiffel takin a selfie Tryna smile Standing by the Eiffel takin a selfie Tryna smile.... Been awhile Verse 2: Zoooome Comin live from the drivers seat At an idle speed Not but miles of trees Far as the eye can see I get lonely But I do my own thing Goin home always throw me off Like a blown wing Smoke rings Show how many old homies Are in my time zone But they all up on my phone screen And my lady's overseas Colder sheets solo But I get to know the sober me From a Cold bottle to a role model Aristotle goin full throttle on the bowl dottle So I keep myself company When I can form my own opinions I can see how others think And then I call it self discovery Free time is me time That's creative luxury But suddenly I wonder why I'm actin so uncomfortably Missin those who helped To form the man that I grew up to be

Verse 1: It ain't no fun if the homies can't get none But I'm done with the ones palms out when the chips come Im just feelin spiritual and lyrical Praying for a miracle and pourin out my cereal Hunched over munchin Cap'n Crunch This girl on the milk carton Missin for a month Her face is kinda cute Take a break from the presidential race on the news And a cruise down imagination lane I'm the wordiest Where'd she come from, where's she goin? Now I'm curious What was it she missing That would make her run away? And put her right in front of me? But I digress Everybody see her like she in that gold and white dress I guess That I've only seen her picture But it feels like we met Our love need a mixture That's a stranger Why do I keep thinkin That what I do could change her... Verse 2: I miss so many people that it hurts When they gone all I do is fall in love with their words I'm immersed in it Every single verse written Ain't exactly me but my thoughts are the first image That's the worst, isn't it? They say communication save relations, I can tell But how does that apply to my relation with myself? That's why I got these bars, got no patience in my cell Like can I hear me now? This service wasted how I felt Felt, felt inside Cause now I only worry that I spelt it right Fall in love with the way that each other use the Internet Everybody caught up in it Google need a bigger Net Peckin at the kiss of death Look at all the chicken heads Turning bird-brained 'cause they Twitter-bred (bread) They say you are what you eat But you are what you read Novels turning obsolete For these novelties So we far from deep But distance isn't a problem Miss me with the pessimism, dissing and groveling I'm dipping the digits but well within for all em What we missing is the empathy to listen to problems Bridge: I got enough people I can disappoint If you disagree, I think you missed the point Verse 3: They say that patience is a virtue But mama still yelled If I was ever late for curfew And when I'm late for work too Everybody sniffin at me Like I'm missin perfume Shit happens if you missed the point I'm never pissed when I twist a joint I thought I couldn't miss, miss (Let it rain!) I thought I couldn't miss, miss (Rain drops!) I thought I couldn't miss, miss (Let it rain!) I thought I couldn't miss

Verse 1: "True friends! One question:" I gotta send you a text? There was no emojis on the first day that we met I'm on a jet to the other side of life and I'm like, Can I be doin this right If nobody wanna fight? Take pride that I'm nice Even when I write a rap Phone is out in front But they talk behind the back They only see in white and black Feelin like a wolf with nobody in the pack "I tend to think of myself, as a one man wolfpack" But the real friends know they hold me down Even if my town Holdin me back Real friends always stay calm and react Pack of Pabst At the pad crackin tabs Til we trash talkin, laughin, and relaxed Get a little tipsy Hit the zip Trip, get a grip Sippin whiskey Whippin frisbees Say you missed me when we kick it We been busy man it's history "My man" When we chillin together It's whatever Swear we we never had it better Real friends are forever Endeavoring to never sever ties with my brethren Its evident when we seven deep at the residence Talkin bout what's prevalent Like who could be the president And every time we split We comin back like the Revenant Cuz I'm reppin for WashMo Reppin for the Lab and Columbia and Forest Grove Portland, Saint Louis, and Auckland Real friends we talk when Real shit happens And the rest we don't get lost in All across the map Stay paying attention What's the cost of that? Get to fronting on my crew You better watch ya back Fillin villains full of dread like a rasta hat Make you pause the track And then applaud for the gawd Causing jaws to crack With the mind of a sphinx Sharp as claws of cats Let me pass it to this long lost monster, Max: Verse 2: BiggieLC Yo I'm back on the track The Max-Zach relapse From before we had the bud, Now the sacks are fat Now I'm living on a mountain With the glacial views And I only get defensive When comparing crews You snooze you lose Good things come in twos And you see me and homie Zome Through your Hazeus hues I bet you can't find me a more diverse Group of nerds You could tell back in the day When the grade was third Been away for a minute But I came to work The leak insane from my brain Leave a stain on your shirt Real friends what I'm all about All about All about Keep my circle small If you square you'll be stickin out Stickin out Stickin out I was lagging, had to make em wait Make em wait, a wizard's never late Get the facts straight to the point Smoke a *ah!* And relax, Zach and Max making songs Smoking blunts, drinking beers, Man I really wish I had my real friends here Verse 3: ZoMeR Rappin in the back of the bus On the way to the basketball games We laughed and called names Snackin on a sack of mcdubs After class we the last in hallways Sarcastic all day Over the years Started movin far apart Wish I had em here Keep em in my heart of hearts Real friends We growin up

Intro: Dr. Livingston Gotta get back Gotta get back baby, Get back to my home Gotta get back Gotta get back now Too long I've been gone And a guitar- Chorus: ZoMeR Fly me away, way This very day, day Find me the way. way I gotta get back home Verse 1: ZoMeR Young Simba, Raised on the Rock Laid my name to the claim Like John Hancock So I thought Why not show love for my homeland, Knowin that I owe it to em, Now that I'm a grown man? If my story, Was his-tory I'd find glory In Miss-ouri If you told me I'd be rapping Over Pops on a banjo I'd give that man a hug Damn I'll never let my fan go Harmonica solo (ZoMeR) Chorus x2 Verse 2: I'm from a place Where race Means more than a chase See the way that we afraid Of feeling more than a phase Always I'm the good guy And sometimes I'm wrong Don't even know if I could cry 'Cause I've been holding on so long Almost every single day, There's something new on the news: Shootings in the Lou, Mizzou losin recruits I reminisce- Hot summers at the ball field Catch us/catches/Catchers in the right/Rye on the fly, Holden Caulfield It wasn't all skill Tryna grow up to be the hero of my Smallville Looking back puts a crick in my neck But Missouri made me So I give it respect Close my eyes and I think about the stresses and I pray That it's all good when I'm back home one day "And a guitar" Chorus x2 Back home where they love me Back home where they love me Home, where they love me

Hook: XV sample: I could handle bars before I even rode a bike I could-I could handle bars before I even rode a bike I could- I could handle bars before I even rode a bike Joey Bada$$ sample: These bars you can't handle, you better hold tight! Hold tight! Verse 1: ZoMeR If I ride slow I'll get rained on mo' But if I ride quick then the puddles gon stick to the tires Fly higher, than I ever could've hoped Sprayin up my back, now my whole body soaked Oh no ridin thru FoGro wit my woes I don't really wanna go with the flow But I know that I'm gon be broke as a joke Tokin the smoke Need a moment to cope I've been dope from the go Hopin for mo' (MO) Showin em the drive like a 454 But you know that I be rollin on a bike these days (These days) It's rainin outside and I like these J's (These J's) Maybe stayin put Could go all the way on foot The Corolla rollin over it don't sound the way it should So I stood in the doorway Lookin at the drops Fallin for the last 4 days Will it stop? Hopped in the seat Gettin me from A to B Faster than my lazy feet I keep sayin "C'est la vie" Livin life Til I Get it right Delight In the nights When I Hit the pipe And write On the bike While I Riiide Lungs full of fresh air Wind in my hair No cares if I ne'er grow to be a millionaire Givin blasé stares Pushin laissez faire Then I went West Like I'm Kanye's heir Hook This part Imma hit em with a Kickstart Keep eggin me on, I'm a get to where the chicks are Bout as graphic as a Pixar movie dude Yabba dabbin while my girl she hit the booty doo Smokin doobies with my dogs Word to Scooby doo and Snoopy too That Lucy got me feelin groovy Cruising on my Fuji viewin beauty-whoo! Got the duties of a Buddha Spreading love like Neruda While I'm usin kama sutra And "me gusta" to the few who stayin true to "hakuna" "There is not here" but it's always where I'm goin This moment The only one that I'm knowin Devoted to this poetry Roamin down the open streets I chose to be... a dope MC... I just hope they notice me Jump man jump man jump man That get so redun-dant But go so dumb man Shake my head so hard I'm like a Gungan ... Like a Gungan Ladies if your man don't understand you should dump him Referencing the classics Never missin classes Stay question askin Til I'm in a casket Thats when They'll say that I'm fatal on the verse I stay killin it from the cradle to the hearse My flows goin deep When you underneath my cap size Heard that boom bap Started feelin baptized Rap protagonist, toe taggin bad guys Mine is (minus) all I know Spare me with yo advice (add vice) Wanna show you the real me Stay chillin but a thrill at thinkin what I will be I'm ill with the skills but I'm guilty If everybody else got a filter Then I'm filthy Hook

[Skit: "Frosty Man and the BMX Kid"] Hey bro, get a choc-top with extra sprinkles? Nothing comes for free, mate Ae, that's what my mum always says HO! You wanna do some bombs? Some what? Some bombs, cuz! (Cheeehooo!) [jumps into water] Your turn bro! Oh, nah, I'm too old for that sort of thing, mate Not even, my Auntie is older than you and she does bigger bombs than all of us! Really? Mean day, bro. So what's your name anyway? I'm known by many names One'll do, cuz How does God sound? You're God? Yep. Well, you can be whoever you wanna be I guess. That's what my dad always says. You want me to prove it?! Yup! You want a bomb, I'll show you a bomb! Bro, can you even swim? Of course I can swim, I invented swimming! [jumps, flips wildly, dives, shoots back out of the water] You are God! Told ya. What are you doing in New Zealand?! I don't know really. I just felt that I had to come back here. Back to my Eden. We call it Aoterora around here bro It's good to come home now and then, ae bro? Eat some ice creams, do some bombs... You're never too old bro, you're never too old. Who said that? Your mum? Nah, that was all me bro! [laughs] cmon cuz, let's get you that choc-top with all the sprinkles! Chur! Verse: ZoMeR Swear I need a break From the fakes in my life Piece of cake if I take A vacation tonight So I ride around town Til my head in the clouds Lookin up now But feelin down for the count Pound pound goes the sound Of my speakers because It helps to drown out all my doubts when the beat thuds Pick my feet up when I hit the train tracks I believe luck, but I never blame that Woo, and they say the boy can't rap More (w)raps on my head than an A-rab Can I say that? Now are they mad? Been a lot in (Bin Laden) the news Givin a name tag To the bad guys Kinda sad why Kids fry their noodles in the street, that ain't pad Thai FOX News houndin- ain't a friend to me Silly if it's them who identifies our enemies But I see it all vividly Finna been a minute for the men who missin mental energy But I just try to be approachable Keep ya mind open cause emotions ain't negotiable I keep on quotin all the potent minds Try to toe the line Not totally rap, mo' than spoken rhyme Hopin I'm...known to be a poet flowing like Dr Suess, (Shel) Silverstein and Edgar Allen Poe combined And if you notice, fine To each his own but homie know I'm in the zone this time When I'm twenty fo' and five That throne is mine See you at the top

Hook (David Ruffin sample): "I've got sunshine On a cloudy day Sunshine Sun-sun-sunshine ZoMeR: You know I'm bout to... "Shine" And we-e gonna... "Shine" Verse : Like a fakin paraplegic I be takin a stand With the way it began Why was I makin a plan? Forget mappin it out- just get the lay of the land I'm praying for the day that I can say I'm the man But waitin for the plaques Like a weight up on my back I'll create a way to rap To break your dated Betamax They say we made of data But we greater than a stat Trade a layup for a fadeaway And Gatorade will splash Shake hands with some Break dance with others Take chances, jam, and don't make plans for summer Gave an unadulterated ultimatum to the mayor In the mayhem may have made a major error in my dare Told him "I don't wanna put up- with the cloudy days" Suddenly he stood up- "Wipe the pouty face!" Told me if its lookin gloomy It's your duty to be the- Hook Bridge (David Ruffin sample): "I don't need no money Fortune, or fame I've got all the riches baby One man can claim" No-no-no money Verse 2: That passion it comes from within How you find happiness without your friends? Can it be That vanity Is serving as a canopy? Everybody watchin so nobody actin candidly? My shine is gettin shadowed while I'm tryin to illuminate Soon or later human nature's future won't be gloomy shade Let your light shine bright right up in the darkest night Find that silver lining in the sky Let the sparks ignite Hook Outro: Gotta get up (The sun is shining) Gotta get out (The sun is shining) And you know I gotta Get somethin X2 Sunshine

Hook: Moonshot! Aimin for the top Boy you better give it every little bit you got X2 Moonshot! When we gonna stop? Soon God will be a robot (wut) Moonshot! Aimin for the top Boy you better give it (Better give it) All you got Verse 1: Shoot for the moon Got a feelin that I don't belong 92 til infinity And infinity to beyond Spinnin in space It isn't a race As long as I finish and fit in my place I be the one With the sun at my front Have fun if I want Bump bump in my trunk Anything can happen if my mind in it Livin life like it didn't have a time limit When fine women See that I'm winnin I'm pride driven Every rhyme written I give it five minutes Cause I don't really wanna be the one they makin fun of So I show em how to have a good time wit it Ears up Bridge/Hook It's Zooome Finding inspiration In these different places When my mind racin So basically I embrace it Yo I know it is a shocka Get me off the roster I don't need a doctor to be patient Placed in a nation raised on medication Makin em complacent Now they in the matrix I don't wanna blame shit Let the news frame it Don't know how to say this I'm young and I'm brainless Got a spark in my soul gotta feed that shit Art is the goal Man I need that shit Met a group of students I said dream it- you can do it They said "move it, Mr. Tutor You gon make us late for class" I stayed awake the past Several days I'm facing facts Masquerading in a mask In a place that's fadin fast But hold up Bridge/Hook Verse 3: Do a clap if you feelin like me on this Do a clap if you really wanna be up next They wanna doubt- let em doubt then Word of mouth is a loud friend I do my thang For the gains And they don't know my name Moonshot! Aimin for the top! Maybe little crazy Wavy as a Yacht, yacht, yacht? Any whip that I'm in I'm the Cap of the ship Don't trip When I'm flipping the script and Not giving a shit I'm predicting predicaments Give em the slip (A higher power callin ) Fuck a needle in my vein Put a needle to the vinyl Finally I will be the one that is the idol Every wave I get is like a title (tidal) I pull smiles outta people on my spinal I always keep it movin though Never know when the artist gonna find their studio You got a duty to do ya thang Find that beauty's a boomerang Y'all don't even know my name Y'all gon see me play the game Save the TV for the fame The world I leave won't be the same Bridge/Outro

Hook: Took a while to grow Still got miles to go So I smile Check my style Versatile with flows x2 Verse 1: Today I rolled a j on my résumé And hesitated If the better days are yesterday Then the best are waitin I'm at the portal of importance Thought it out beforehand Sorta bein cordial with the doorman Short scans of the floor plan Got the Morgan in my organs (Oregon) Shout to Portland This is more than a feeling than I've ever felt before, man Ever since Nas told me "Yo, the world is yours fam" I go and get- going up when I hit the bar You gotta plan it (planet) if you wanna get amid the stars Bull headed, acting like a mad Minotaur Hit me with your best shot, bitch I'm Pat Benatar Hook Verse 2: I found a girl with a body and a face man We get blazed at my place watchin space jam Now her hand on my waistband She damp like graffiti when the spray can paint ran This my chance, hear my adamant plea Tryna set these butterflies in my abdomen free We belong with each other, we like Adam and Eve Just put 2 and 2 together, she can add em with ease Ha, then I started sharin my album She went down faster than a peregrine falcon Givin neck like she wearin medallions Now we horsin around just like a mare and a stallion She an animal, I'm no Dr. Doolittle (do little) But know I'd rather have a dime, than two nickels She crawling like a Rugrat, guess I'm Stu Pickles And here comes the boom! Cause she playin with a nuke missile Now her clothes all Over the place I suppose I'll, put it down like disposals Shows off what she workin with Got them curvy hips And the perfect lips I worship em, they serve so many purposes That body is a killa (killa) David Berkowitz We doin our thing, we both seeing the world But when I see that smile, it's just me and my girl Bridge: Took a-took a while to grow And I still-and I still got miles to go So I smile...check my style Still got miles to go So I smile Check my style Versatile with flows Verse 3: Running around the track When I rap, then I'm Usain Bolt If you waiting for sales/sails dropping them lines and hooks then we in the same boat Blowing the same smoke Dark horse, no scapegoat My wins (winds) are pickin up Bring your rain (reign) coat Me comin a long way Has been a long time comin Either loud or I'm quiet, I'm either blunt or I'm blunted And I'm the one that y'all be talkin about But the loudest in the crowd Is the proudest to pout I'm out

Chorus: Dirty Projectors + Bjork Verse 1: Got ya message- (Ay bay bay) What you doin later? Dating feels outdated Like a Studebaker And I ain't got no paper I can be creative Let me play ya Don Draper We can put on Netflix Even if you give me neck I still can't get you necklace (neck-less) Roll it up light it up Pourin Nesquik Now we breathless and movin to the next flick Which is my addiction? A drama or a comedy or glitzy science fiction? We never pickin when we given decisions Swear we flipping through the Netflix And switchin positions What's the definition of a date? I'm in the kitchen whipping chicken What a plate We debate what to watch but it's all fun and games We up late to get laid Chorus Verse 2: No commercials for the nocturnal She read (red) my mind and blew (blue) it She's gettin purple Her lips (ellipse) got my head spinnin circles The diversion is universal Thoughts/Thots everywhere But she the one I'm thinkin bout Goin slower than a read-a-loud I'll just take the scenic route She said she's seen it, but she screaming now The screen is askin if we sleepin now It's Always Sunny on a rainy day Dark Knights on a bright one We don't gotta play the waiting game Its turnt on all night long I'm Harry Potter to her Ginny Weasley Jim Halpert to her Pam Beasley She's the Lois to my Peter Griffin The Robin to my Barney Stinson Finishing the series So we searchin for another one (Another one Another one) A couple lovers cuddled up, bein subtle huh? Both lookin for that "underneath the covers" fun Chorus

Hook: If you sweatin Feelin stress and Vice versa Be cool muthafucka Be cool If he flexing in ya section Did he hurt ya? Be cool mothufucka be cool x2 Don't sweat it / I won't (x8) Verse 1: ZoMeR Sometimes I don't know what to write So I contemplate if imma stay sober tonight Then I roll up and light Ignite Holding the mic I'm like, "My ex (X) was a 10, I was a bowlin a strike" Spare ya sympathy homie I'm on my third in a row That's a turkey for you bird brained murder of crows I'm introverted when burnin the sage Learning to learn how to age Searchin for the next chapter Turnin the page Absurd and a little nerdy Ya heard I'm a little quirky Deserving some wordy praise I'm certainly worth researching Shout to Bernie Mac and (Ol') Dirty with their early fates I can't wait to move like Bernie at the pearly gates I'm on the rise like carbonation "Hate to burst your bubble, Cuz, But you're a Caucasian" Gotta face that I'm placed in the back of the pack My skin ain't black- White men can't rap? Woah! Pressed play on a Dre track All the way back in 08 that made Zach into ZOME Hook Verse 2: Spoonman Winter's coming and everybody knows I turn this Game of Thrones Into a Feast for Crows But I don't have a longbow, just my prose I suppose you won't know until we juxtapose The pros from the Joes I'll slay your brain Like I'm Ser Ilyn Payne And you're Ned Stark Take some acid leave your ass in aspect Like that lark's tongue My rivals are sparse but I won't parse my tongue You fake snakes can't take my Parseltongue Take ya date give her my snake and that partial tongue "How many times you think he can rhyme the word tongue?" I guess five but now I'm done They say you are what you eat In rap, you are who ya beef Oh Drake used memes on Meek? That's nice C'mon Aubrey, take on someone your own size Been two years since that Control verse dropped Still no response, and you think you're at the top of hip-hop? It's okay to be pop, if you want a few bucks worth But step aside for Mike Render and Mr. Duckworth Please don't be butthurt, feasting on the game now my gut hurt Hook Verse 3: SpoonMan/ZoMeR My ego's so big I had to make another one A less subtle one The rap game chew you up like bubblegum/ Kinda like Orbitz, unfortunately This assorted score of bores is sorta sordid to me/ The lore of commitment is morbid to me Wishin Cosmo and Wanda to get me out of this thing/ But what's a Crimson Chin to the Crimson King?/ The 22-year old 21st Century Schizoid Man Noided by my voided plans, man Hittin y'all with a flurry cuz I'm in a hurry to get out of Missouri/ Now catch me out in Oregon Smoking on oregano Addin spice to my life but feelin like they don't know The strain in my veins is insane Super Saiyan flow Cascade deschutes to refute my stress I'm off the mids, when I moved out west Now we the best Bridge/Hook Outro: [The Big Lebowski]