I think I have dementia I got 7 A's
Not to mention pluses that's for another day
Marks so high I post them via airway
Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery
Everything I say is a fact
Not an act
Always backed
Never hacked or lacked
Always packed
Never slacked or cracked
Not abstract
I want a contract
Like a compact pact
No co-act
To distract and detract
My impact
I won't infract
But if you attack
You goin' get smacked
Whacked and Blacked
I overreact
I can't retract
I just transact my counteract
I don't protract
Nor subtract
My exact extract
No redact
Leave you with the side effects of a Prozac
If I attract
A pack
I won't know how to interact
I'm a bract cause
I think I have dementia I got 7 A's
Not to mention pluses that's for another day
Marks so high I post them via airway
Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery
Total marks over 600, like my IQ
6 foot 2
You look up to me
I look down on you
Why can't you see
Cause you 5' 75 like haiku
Preach like I'm the pastor
You know that I'm faster
Than a blast disaster
Feel like I'm the master
Of my own fate
Got a clean slate
Always leave a clean plate
Tryna gain weight
Tryna locate
My hate
So, I can accentuate
The rate
At which I create
And translate
This trait
So, y'all can relate
I think I have dementia I got 7 A's
Not to mention pluses that's for another day
Marks so high I post them via airway
Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery
Okay, I just pulled up on yoh bitch
She be a witch
You know I'm rich
Pull up I pitch
I aint no snitch
You in a ditch
Might be a fitch
Unfair like glitch
The way that I switch
You rappers be kitsch
If I had a lil name
It'd be Lil'O and Stitch
Okay, you know that I'm killin it
Might make a mill in it
Might just fufill in it
No need for Phil in it
Won't take no pill in it
Sharp as a quill in it
Because you know that I'm
Better than half of you duckers
Because you know that I'm buzzin
You know that I am just buggin
Because my fans might not be bluffin
Seeing me turn nothin, to something
I think I have dementia I got 7 A's
Not to mention pluses that's for another day
Marks so high I post them via airway
Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery
Who knew Quinlan would be rappin
Snappin
That wasn't supposed to happen
He should be listenin to classical music
Ho, don't confuse it
Cause when I'm on a track
They be nappin
Laughin
Killing tracks is my creed, no assassin
Like Thailand
All my fans
I be trappin
Record label
Call em cappin Aladdin
I won't leave no trace
To trace
When I'm on Trace
Just to see your face
In disgrace
When you have to embrace
Your place
Yeah
Quinlan - FlexTape Lyrics
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I think I have dementia I got 7 A's
Not to mention pluses that's for another day
Marks so high I post them via airway
Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery
Everything I say is a fact
Not an act
Always backed
Never hacked or lacked
Always packed
Never slacked or cracked
Not abstract
I want a contract
Like a compact pact
No co-act
To distract and detract
My impact
I won't infract
But if you attack
You goin' get smacked
Whacked and Blacked
I overreact
I can't retract
I just transact my counteract
I don't protract
Nor subtract
My exact extract
No redact
Leave you with the side effects of a Prozac
If I attract
A pack
I won't know how to interact
I'm a bract cause
I think I have dementia I got 7 A's
Not to mention pluses that's for another day
Marks so high I post them via airway
Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery
Total marks over 600, like my IQ
6 foot 2
You look up to me
I look down on you
Why can't you see
Cause you 5' 75 like haiku
Preach like I'm the pastor
You know that I'm faster
Than a blast disaster
Feel like I'm the master
Of my own fate
Got a clean slate
Always leave a clean plate
Tryna gain weight
Tryna locate
My hate
So, I can accentuate
The rate
At which I create
And translate
This trait
So, y'all can relate
I think I have dementia I got 7 A's
Not to mention pluses that's for another day
Marks so high I post them via airway
Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery
Okay, I just pulled up on yoh bitch
She be a witch
You know I'm rich
Pull up I pitch
I aint no snitch
You in a ditch
Might be a fitch
Unfair like glitch
The way that I switch
You rappers be kitsch
If I had a lil name
It'd be Lil'O and Stitch
Okay, you know that I'm killin it
Might make a mill in it
Might just fufill in it
No need for Phil in it
Won't take no pill in it
Sharp as a quill in it
Because you know that I'm
Better than half of you duckers
Because you know that I'm buzzin
You know that I am just buggin
Because my fans might not be bluffin
Seeing me turn nothin, to something
I think I have dementia I got 7 A's
Not to mention pluses that's for another day
Marks so high I post them via airway
Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery
Who knew Quinlan would be rappin
Snappin
That wasn't supposed to happen
He should be listenin to classical music
Ho, don't confuse it
Cause when I'm on a track
They be nappin
Laughin
Killing tracks is my creed, no assassin
Like Thailand
All my fans
I be trappin
Record label
Call em cappin Aladdin
I won't leave no trace
To trace
When I'm on Trace
Just to see your face
In disgrace
When you have to embrace
Your place
Yeah
Not to mention pluses that's for another day
Marks so high I post them via airway
Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery
Everything I say is a fact
Not an act
Always backed
Never hacked or lacked
Always packed
Never slacked or cracked
Not abstract
I want a contract
Like a compact pact
No co-act
To distract and detract
My impact
I won't infract
But if you attack
You goin' get smacked
Whacked and Blacked
I overreact
I can't retract
I just transact my counteract
I don't protract
Nor subtract
My exact extract
No redact
Leave you with the side effects of a Prozac
If I attract
A pack
I won't know how to interact
I'm a bract cause
I think I have dementia I got 7 A's
Not to mention pluses that's for another day
Marks so high I post them via airway
Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery
Total marks over 600, like my IQ
6 foot 2
You look up to me
I look down on you
Why can't you see
Cause you 5' 75 like haiku
Preach like I'm the pastor
You know that I'm faster
Than a blast disaster
Feel like I'm the master
Of my own fate
Got a clean slate
Always leave a clean plate
Tryna gain weight
Tryna locate
My hate
So, I can accentuate
The rate
At which I create
And translate
This trait
So, y'all can relate
I think I have dementia I got 7 A's
Not to mention pluses that's for another day
Marks so high I post them via airway
Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery
Okay, I just pulled up on yoh bitch
She be a witch
You know I'm rich
Pull up I pitch
I aint no snitch
You in a ditch
Might be a fitch
Unfair like glitch
The way that I switch
You rappers be kitsch
If I had a lil name
It'd be Lil'O and Stitch
Okay, you know that I'm killin it
Might make a mill in it
Might just fufill in it
No need for Phil in it
Won't take no pill in it
Sharp as a quill in it
Because you know that I'm
Better than half of you duckers
Because you know that I'm buzzin
You know that I am just buggin
Because my fans might not be bluffin
Seeing me turn nothin, to something
I think I have dementia I got 7 A's
Not to mention pluses that's for another day
Marks so high I post them via airway
Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery
Who knew Quinlan would be rappin
Snappin
That wasn't supposed to happen
He should be listenin to classical music
Ho, don't confuse it
Cause when I'm on a track
They be nappin
Laughin
Killing tracks is my creed, no assassin
Like Thailand
All my fans
I be trappin
Record label
Call em cappin Aladdin
I won't leave no trace
To trace
When I'm on Trace
Just to see your face
In disgrace
When you have to embrace
Your place
Yeah
Writer: Quinlan Caiger
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