Oxygen

(الألبوم: Captain - 2018)

One more Cloud!
[?] Yeah

Tombstones for the who knows
Doomsday was tomorrow, I could postpone
I'm in the middle ground between
Sipping Listerine till my insides is green
I've been outside for a minute, my flip-side is mean
The way I manifest, you can tell I need nice things
I heard he want that verse from Cloud, but don't know what that verse mean
Sold out on sympathy
Ask shorty, a fiend, Insomniac, and I told that bitch go to sleep
Rappers folding, rolling knee-deep, read horoscopes, feel complete, uh (Uh!)
A lot of y'all flow sound retrograding the theme
And perpetuating the dream, uh (Ooh!)
Death within the sleep
That's Freddy Krueger to me, you see
Run a fucking mob, I say a mile with cheese
You ain't getting chicken, your business is flapping wings, uh [?]
Khary ain't sorry or nothin, ' I get the keys
Because the only time we let 'em breathe is when we leave, that's when

Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost!)
Behind me, I leave him 'lone
The hype beam shining, like gold
My greed, I need some more (Dos!)
Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost!)
Behind me, I leave him 'lone
The hype beam shining, like gold
My greed, I need some more (Woah!)

(Woah!)
(Woah!)
(Woah! One more Cloud!) Uhh...
(Woah! [?]) This is weird (Yeah)

Pity pat, (Pat) hit a kitty cat (Cat) with a pretty bat (Bat)
City stack, Diddy [?] racks [?] my city crash (Crash)
Should he crash? You a widdy wack, gimme 50 back (Back)
Shitty snobs, watch 'em piggyback on my riddy raps (Raps)
Gotta' glow, gotta' go more like a gala strobes (Strobes)
Had a loan, on the rattle bones in the catacombs (Catacombs)
Got a hoe, what's the matter, bro? Know you tattle toe
No alomo, never had a hoe I ain't rapping fo'!
Yeah, feel like I do not smoke enough to rap on this (This is weird)
Yeah, if I wasn't the first, well, I'm damn shit a catalyst (Uh, this is weird)
You tweeted 'bout it, so, I guess you an activist (Uhh this is weird)
Triplet flow, with a dose of the Actavis (Yeah, yeah!)
Pardon my manners, I just go Bruce with the banner
Spider-Man, shoot with my camera
Then sell it to you with my grammar
I can't play this with my grandma, her vision impaired
Fuck, shit! Wait a minute, now, fuck this!
All I see geese, pluck shit! (Shit)
All I know is, y'all better duck quick! (Quick)
Got an album in the tuck, crisp! (Crisp)
Okay, okay, still got the karat Ks (Aye!)
I'm like Puffy with a can of mace (Aye!)
'Cause these niggas, they ain't got no taste (Ay!)
The bad boys with a family straight
Don't fuck with the Captain
Go Jet Jackson on these action figures
Oh, you run your town?
You a clown, please don't pass the scissors (What?)

Visine, I see the ghost (Aaah... ooh! Ghost!)
Behind me, I leave him 'lone
The hype beam shining, like gold
My greed, I need some more (Dos!)
Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost!)
Behind me, I leave him 'lone
The hype beam shining, like gold
My greed, I need some more (Woah!)