Pen 'n' Pad

Lyrics

[Intro: Erica Ehm & Kurt Cobain] [Ehm] Is it hard when uhm, you spend your whole life doing the first few albums and then suddenly everybody needs your attention, you have to do interviews, you have to travel around, and suddenly...it's it's is it hard to come up with ideas? [Cobain] Uhm, I dunno, I've just, I've just noticed that people expect...expect more of a thematic angle with the, with our music, y'know? They always want to read into it and before I was just using pieces of poetry and just, just garbled...just garbage, y'know, just stuff that just would spew out of mе at the time. And a lot of times whеn I write lyrics it's just at the last second, 'cause I'm really lazy, so, and then I am, I find myself having to come up with explanations for it y'know! So, I thought I'd y'know prevent that this time and, and actually have an explanation... [Verse 1: Z] When-when-when-when-when When I hop in this booth this is all I could give Z up for this mic's to the fuck that I am Got a house for my kids cause I'm sick with this pen And my bitch work her ass off while I'm flipping these tens So you wanna be a rapper, or rate for them I put my life on the mic they literally can't foresee it And tried to breath underwater where no air had been (I just forgot I'm just they father trynna share with them) You understand I be doing it for them, cause if there wasn't any fam I'd probably be dead or in the pen Now what the fuck are they gon' think about me then If I ain't hold another dollar when it's time to pay the rent Hardy bitches want my dick up on they chin Cause they think a motherfucker got a million I'mma spend If I ain't kick a couple features I ain't working with the sick But that's beside a simple fact that I ain't fucking with you bitch So get up off of my nut sack please I don't wanna be a rapper, I'm Z (just me) One time for the real MCs And the dope boy flow put your coke in the streets You hear me dope boy flows, put your coke in these streets I'm talking six Cs in these beasts Get these motherfuckers out my eyesight please While I blow on this screen, he a West Coast beast [Bridge: Z] Look, I don't think they understand I don't get a break Face messy while I'm eating on this dinner plate I ain't even trynna bend, but I ain't finna break (Not at all, just let me introduce who I am) [Chorus: Z] Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold Where my pen n pad at? Where my pen n pad at? Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold Where my pen n pad at? Where my pen n pad at? [Verse 2: Fluenci] Everybody wanna pawn on what they shooting Talking like they got money but they be wolfing That means that pen at rest I keep it vibing like a missed connection Well he keeping it real at me Even with the stabs And they don't understand the meaning that behind it when I rap Tell the truth and never prove it Keep it silent when I snap I'm the alalala passion Ohana when I pass And the devious assign me One shot for me with ash Kill these motherfuckers thinking they sorry till they get passed Shit I'm getting bitch Chicken noodles all up on they ass Fluenci and Z we keep it G as street when we pass Soak us all up on the block My chickens shot when we pass Tell them motherfuckers screaming "please don't kill me, I splat" I've been vibing in the jungle Find they habitat Fluenci fucking with the brain, you know that it's a rap Keep that shit moving, I keep it tucked but it ain't in the back Flappy trucking end of consciousness I pull it, but ain't attack They try to tell me I will be nothing, but I'm back Motivated for the perpendicular, I keep it last So your minds, I keep it operational like charging tax Slit they vision, coming blurry like a song onto a track Definition kinda busy Keep it moving like our stacks And I'm known to make it proper like a tune to a set Those people running mouths we be calling them friends Fake with their dividends, they making no ends I grind like a semi shit I'm breaking my pen Keep it real on motivation like I square up in the pen And a bouncer in the game and try to make it with no sin And the reason that I'm here is I'm trying to win Let the devil run up on me, two to his chin Look out and this life has only be-ginned Only be-ginned Only be-ginned [Chorus: Z] Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold Where my pen n pad at? Where my pen n pad at? Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold Where my pen n pad at? Where my pen n pad at? Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold Where my pen n pad at? Where my pen n pad at? Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold Where my pen n pad at? Where my pen n pad at? Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold Where my pen n pad at? Where my pen n pad at?