SWEET

Stripped down to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howw!)
In a pack but I feel all alone
I'm scatterbrained, man
Better offer the clone
Until you high as a plumber with race eyes
Doin' weird shit
Like, this'll make your bio-pic (haha)
Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's
Get the wing tings (yum)
Real quick bills still
Stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain't working? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain't finding yourself?
(Oh, I am, I'm trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash?
(I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn't your pockets be big
Just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn't your mama
Be done paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn't you have a real big-ass ego? (no)
Shouldn't these girls
Be flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
The original lick-splickety
Higher than Yosemite
Breaking the mold mentally
Master with no limiting
Making em say ugh
They worshipping our force viciously
Watching the floor tip
In your temple of authenticity
Often they say I'm off it
I offer my crossed empathy
They forgot what we on
I'll remind em with hostility
Hot diggity damn
Everyone running scams
Gotta cover your clams
And take another glance
Running a clinic
No scans
Ain't no one claiming
Yo mans
It's all pertaining
To plan
Call me the architect
Lap you in a UFO I haven't started yet
Still gotta figure out exactly
Where to park it at
Moses with the pen
Each line an ocean I can part it at
But that's too deep
Don't call me stupid
That ain't the way my name pronounced
Don't call me Cupid
I got too many hoes right now
Poolside in Houston, tryna see
If Beyonce will take me for adoption
Broke-ass rich suburbs
A civilian shot in third world
We just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the woodlands
I need a honeybutter
Vodka in an Sprite can
When I'm in the Whataburger
All the kids know who I am
I need a honeybutter
Puttin' lean in my Sprite can
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
I got a record but I'm clean as they come
I'm Godzilla, when they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in a couple of months
I'ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
I used to write raps on the back of the bus
Now I'm in the front seat shifting the gears
It's funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name
Left to Hollywood
I was living off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these dinners
Never have to pay
Growing up my teachers told me
"You better get them grades up
If you wanna finish high school
And after high school, you better get a degree
'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world
You could live in the street"
Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was doomed from the get-go
But those same people assume
'Cause they'll never know
What it's like to be called to
What's not set in stone
I am one with the ebb and flow, that's all I know
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit