Pre-Occupied Jon Bellion (Ft. B.Keyz)

[Verse 1: Jon Bellion]
Wu-Tang raised me, Death Cab changed me
You should go and ask Rihanna if the pen game's crazy
My artistry is everything, that's my baby
But when it comes to publishing, it's fuck you, pay me
Don't be mad cause the records that you cut sound lazy
And everything I'm cooking, sounding nuts like rabies (uh)
I hate rappers, please don't call me
Give me urinal suggestions like please don't stall me
Don't play for me, I'll be yawning
How I'm doing pop melodies and you sound corny
Now everybody trying to hang around like awnings
Me and my people linking in the park like crawling
Things seem Rocky, Drago, Ivan
No cash, broke bad, so damn Heisen—
Berg, check the chemistry, I found this hybrid
It's Dilla in the pocket but it's so Paul Simon
It took a little while for your mind to find it
But once you see the genius it's intimidating, isn't it?

[Pre-Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Isn't it? Isn't it?
Isn't it? Isn't it?
Took a little while for your mind to find it
But once you saw the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it?
Isn't it? Isn't it?