Sorry Khary

(专辑： Love & Anchors - 2014)

Sorry, Khary, the world's gon' change
And if you don't it'll be a hard week
Matter of fact, the life's like lightning strikes
Or sharks with bad teeth
Tryna rule the ocean
You can't live your whole life off of improvised emotions
I know
You're sick of trying
Feeling your pulse dying
On life supported by drums
Your hums are food for silence
'Cause you know you got that figero
Lyrical intact
Triple double on that track
Karl Malone with that pick and roll

Oh, it's followed by a pier
Tried to give me brain
I told her "take me to your leader"
My name is a sign of greatness
Bitch, onomatopoeia
No, really, it means kingly
My throne has no CD
My mind is all I'm needing
To conquer you Even Stevens
I'm tired of Chief Keefs
It's rabbit and duck season
Time has no meaning
Though we can't get it back
Sorry, Khary, you were useless
Like a ladder next to Shaq

And my world keeps slipping
Even when they say it's finished
I just can't help but feeling they know
Was born to be different
They may put up a resistance
But I just can't help but feeling they know
Live life in every instance
The purpose of my existence
Man, I just can't help but feeling they know (they know)
They know (they know)
And so (and so)
They go (they go)

Sorry, Khary
It seems to be the only word that women rhyme it with
And their vaginas get
Wet when you pet 'em
Dry when you sweat 'em
Keep deodorant on deck and treat no pussy like a blessing
Why they pushing for the pussy?
Why your pussies always flexing?
Yeah, I'm down with skinny jeans
But why y'all niggas rocking dresses?
They singing Usher's confessions
Quit finger fucking the freshmen
They don't know you, so I gotta let 'em know
Let 'em know

That I'm too informal
For your old bible scriptures
You say Jesus is your friend
I would say Jesus is my nigga
And I'm doing pretty dapper
For your average cotton picker
In New York
With a fork
But I'm spooning with your sister
Hi
I'm throwing nickels at a stripper
Said her tip is on my dick
And it's bigger than the dipper
Well, been high
I been stoned
Been on blogs
You've been a troll
They asked me why my pants is creased
I been fucking sinner folks

And my world keeps slipping
Even when they say it's finished
I just can't help but feeling they know
Was born to be different
They may put up a resistance
But I just can't help but feeling they know
Live life in every instance
The purpose of my existence
Man, I just can't help but feeling they know (they know)
They know (they know)
And so (and so)
They go (they go)

Sorry, Khary
Your name just rhymes with the world's number one letdown
Oddly enough, your family hoarded the board game
You want peace and serenity, but serenity's a whore's name
Why you apologizing?
Oh, you think it's funny, huh?
Watch me get this money, bruh
Never been to Philly, they tell you it's always sunny, yeah
Grew up in Rhode Island, where your future's right in front of ya
Unless you got a passion
Music, fashion, run away
They complain when it rains
But I don't know what to tell em
It's a good fucking day
For an umbrella salesman
Shoutouts to them niggas that don't live
No offense
But y'all can't help to keep sounding like
All the fucks that I don't give
A life I'll never give up
To storm the beaches of Normandy
I'm caught between the current
I'm currently in a former me
Up when I'm down
Right when they're screaming "you're wrong"
The world thinks I'm weird
Well, my life's an oxymoron

And my world keeps slipping
Even when they say it's finished
I just can't help but feeling they know (Sorry, Khary)
Was born to be different
They may put up a resistance
But I just can't help but feeling they know (Sorry, Khary)
Live life in every instance
The purpose of my existence
Man, I just can't help but feeling they know (Sorry, Khary) (they know)
They know (they know)
And so (and so)
They go (they go)