Not trying to be - that high class, that drives past, kiss my ass
Not trying to be - that artist, with carpets, for armpits
Not trying to be - that rap star, who swags hard, but lacks heart
Not trying to be - that trend set, I've been there, I've done that
See I was grown as a chubby child, jhonsen for supper time
Imaginary friends and my dome just running wild
Suburb home, bedroom
Is where I reside, lost in another life
Serving self induced soldiery confinement
Confide in Mr. T, Mo Vaughn and Michael Jackson
Youth spent talking to famous black men
Not Surprising, compromising
My personal space for a grown ass man
Never was part of my grown up plan
Happy Mothers Day they say to me
I'm aging but I'm baby free and basically
I'm sick of bitches telling me
Regret will set eventually
Evidently jealousy ain't messing with my melody
I see what you got but it's not for me
Not trying to be - that high class, that drives past, kiss my ass
Not trying to be - that artist, with carpets, for armpits
Not trying to be - that rap star, who swags hard, but lacks heart
Not trying to be - that trend set, I've been there, I've done that
So he was like "I had a good time tonight, Let's keep hanging out"
Ok, just to let you know
I'm out of toilet paper, got no razor
I'm a former leg shaver, new line creator
I listen to beats in my sleep
63 loops later, I've pissed off the neighbor
The man I was dating says don't call me later
OK later
Grab pen and paper, have no space for, hip hop haters
Need you like a lisp
I need this like Rasta needs a hit, grandma needs to knit, fat guys need to shit
I need to spit
From Boston copulation to DC education
Long Island hating strengthened the pull of
Brooklyn bound inertia, Observa
The underground explorer, in search of
The lost cypher, hot microphone passing, domes clashing
Not trying to be - that high class, that drives past, kiss my ass
Not trying to be - that artist, with carpets, for armpits
Not trying to be - that rap star, who swags hard, but lacks heart
Not trying to be - that trend set, I've been there, I've done that
"Uh - we're going to bed"
Cypher over
I've lingered too long like a diaper odder
Hanging around like my Larry Bird poster
Not quite sober, 43 miles from my duvet cover
Nice sofa, no? East 495 coasting, eyes closing
Driving on the shoulder, time to pull over
For 5 at the most then I fire the motor
I'll be tired tomorrow
In three hours I'll be calling the shots
They call me the boss
Power trip, power point
Pointless, more stress, less soul, more dough
As DOD cuts back contract extension
Less work, more words, less deadly weapons
So I don't sweat recession, I'm too busy fighting this mad depression
Not trying to be - that corporate
Not trying to be - that trend set
Not trying to be - that rap shit
I'm just trying to be