Well here it is
My first song
A song dedicated to everybody
To Everylittle thing that made me fell free
To my friends to the weed
Gettin high that feeling
Is Something concrete
Like a hug a kiss of a god
On your chin
Cannot connect to the wifi
Now I cannot connect to my brain
Baby just give me a high five
Then i'll be making it rain
Lot of the pain
That i'm suffering
On ma veins
Is cause the shuffling
Thats insane
Baby i'm hustling
With your feellings and tears and everything
Hustling bubbling drinks im so mink
Hustling hustling weed and wine
Hustling hustling all the time
Hustling hustling for the fame
Top 3 here to stay i came
Better go blame
Maybe the destiny
Theres tiny tiny possibility
I might be loosing the ability of creation
Missing that sensation
For oneself perfection
Never do that with protection
You only need love and affection
Something you search your whole life
Came with your hood to a fight
Well i have my own starting five
Talking bout stupid things like a size
Aside me is killing itself the society
Listen to my songs i can guarantee
Youll be filling free to hop in
Diamonds n almonds diamonds n almonds
Diamonds n almonds diamonds n almonds
My only dream
Is to become the king
Of a kingdom
Pray for bananas like minions
A buffalo wing on my ring
Instead of a diamond
I loose the sense of right and wrong
Baby imma headstrong
Have no idea where i belong
Being alone for so long so far from home
Im Armstrong
Goodbye baby bye bye
You cant deny what u did last night
F*ck that
Never mind Never mind
You are not mine
I'm not that kind of guy
Youre free to decide what to do with your life
If u wanna end up being my bride yaap
Or not cause
Be cautious im dangerous like dynamite
Just lemme write and spit some rhymes
You and me tonight
Under the moonlight
There would be more sex than in redlight
Open minded open legs now im inside
Waittt
Are you racist? Then die
Black or white black or white
Got MJ talkin bout copyright
This is the era of the erudite
But now its over
Cause im sober
And bored
Overlooking your dumb way of living
From up above
Laid on a star
Driving on An endless road
With a boat
Without wheels
Living abroad nerves of steel
All these rappers considered goats
For me Are a Happy Meal
Happy me
Happy you
Happy the two
Happy just everybody in this room
Happy The three
Happy The four
Im little yoda with it's force
Happy the five
Happy the six
Happy to finally find a song
Not wriiiitten with the dick
Happy the seven
Yo god I'm not gonna go to heaven
Happy the eight
Happy the nine
Chilling with C and ny kids that'll be fine
Happy the ten
Happy eleven
There's no god up in heaven
There's no people in heaven
There's no nothing in heaven
I have no luck its all talent