Quarter Past 12 Overpade

I don't got the time, i walk through life like a lab rat
Falling off my longboard
And scratching where the scabs at
Niggas told me never touch my face so I gashed that
Got a couple scars from the asphalt ass flat, on the ground
I'm smoking loud I'm crazy
They like, "how did mike get so amazing?" (i don't know)
Used to hate the name
But the world is always changing
I'm halfway in the split interphasing
Fuck your timelines I'm famous
Bitches know my songs from earth to her anus
Fly to LA and gas up on the plane trip
Smoke with a Leo, bring doom like I'm Amos

God damn u broke bitches is useless
I'm a broke bitch I'm sorry must have confusеd it
"I recognize that life is a drеam, and I dream lucid"
I'm a dr martin king on LSD and the cool shit
Cool whip football head in the game I use it, lose it
Eminem a goat I don't give two shits
About your stupid music opinions so keep your screws lipped
I mean, lips screwed
Fuck it I'm going acoustic (syke)

Blue balls never got 'em ever
Cus god damn a nigga is too clever
I barely beat it no Michael Jackson
I'm ella-ella my spirit guides are handing me umbrellas
Cus the rain is heavy and I'm bout to be getting better
So play your cards right and you might get a sweater
Or even better yet even a letter
Form Paris, picture me at Coachella