Country Boy, City Kid

Lyrics

Herringbone Moonraker blacking out the booth its the It's the Terrordome Tomb Raider back to kick the truth Rip shingles off the roof & give a lil' dose of hope ...& try & break the curse that dope folks is always broke My teeth a little crooked mane I gotta be honest They told me all about it in my YouTube comments They killed due process, the cops is like BLAO I'm just out here living like apocalypse wow, I Eat the whole loaf of bread, I don't throw away the end slice Cuz something tells me this shit isn't gonna end nice The Residential mayor, skills keep me employed I'm just a Presidential Playa Rest In Peace Big Floyd ...Ya baby daddy trades Forex My bass plucks hard like a Dunlop Tortex, a Reservoir Dog Cold-hearted, polar vortex Polarize wit every performance out my cortex CHORUS: A OG not an old head Get the name Jake Palumbo tatted on ya fo-head A Hillbilly not a redneck Questioning my vision then ya need to get ya head checked I'm tryna mature-ate my purpose But inside I'm still obsessed with tryna saturate your cervix Stack ya chips, try to maintain Country Boy city kid living in the same brain Yo I just rhyme for the amenities SpaceLAB Recordings, ornery Public Enemies Chasing Dead Presidents, bumping Dead Kennedys Tennessee tendencies, I'm faded playing Centipede ...I'm also pretty harsh on myself So it's often I'm contemplating martyring myself, got the Devil on my shoulder tryna market to myself I do the same shit again like I'm pardoning myself ...I don't place beats I make albums I make reservations eating sushi wit the scallions ...Bumping C-Murder "Bossalinie" Oval Office got raped by a Mango Mussolini Now it's Commandant Lassard vs. Commandant Mauser My CONversation make her comfortable without her trousers My Tennessee accent, my Brooklyn vernacular Crook by the book to these industry Draculas (REPEAT CHORUS) If you wanna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band If you want Jake Palumbo to rap on your song Then you gotta have a couple-a-grand....