Dance Class 101

(الألبوم: B-Sides Vol.6 - 2017)

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I don't know what is wrong with me, no
I have yet to figure out what makes my dominoes
Look, I just wanna finesse you when you already know
Got a couple hundred dollars and some quality joe
Yo, loss of all the bills got her calling me though
Never feed a shitty rapper, try to follow me, hoe
When I find that time, when I time that place
When we're pacing together will it climb mad close?
When I climb that face I'mma search it down
Never tie no lace, I'mma glide past foe
Gonna hide past low
Cut out the lotion
Run past rules
Cut out the notion
Pull out the past
Pull out the whole shit
Cut out the bullshit
Call it propulsion

Who let these weak ass rappers in?
Wack and yet they speak mad arrogant
They emceeing at half percent
What I'm able to be when I grab the pen
I came to play here with the beat and my imaginary friends
Straight up out of my cerebral, not adapting to no trend
I'm straight evil
Watched the devil leap and dance through a peep hole
Now I'm the one teaching class
And I've zero patience for your leaking ass
I don't fear no bricks, 'cause I breach the glass
Now it's free roam
And with every season pass, so do people
Who're they? Trying to speak with Rav
I let the EXO demons out a while ago
They'll skin you, then they'll eat your flesh and use your bones like xylophone
You shooting but your bullets tickle, don't even need Tylenol
I've told you before, "You can live together, but you'll die alone"
Finna spaz out on you crack house loud mouth rappers with your ass out, black out
Lay the smack down, laugh loud after
Once the track's out, chilling in the background, that's how
You're mediocre, you feeble ogres are humorous
But it's really over, delete your whole music careers
Hit a couple million views in 2-3 years
Like, "Woohoo you did it," then you're gone 'cause no one truly cares
True dispair is the food it's so fucking soothing
Moving through the years and consuming you suckers losing
Pushing out your tears and resuming this dumb confusing
Movement that you fear
Assuming you'll be winning soon and
Screaming thoughts with your screenshots
Bragging 'bout your numbers, boy you seem lost
You best be prepared for when our streams cross
Nasty with the flow, I'll turn the beat off