Sticky Put me off WhyJay (yeah, yeah) Got a couple statements to make and some paper to chase I've been grafting all year, still ain't taking a break Fam, I need to vacate, get my shades out the case Trust me, can't nobody ever throw shade on the Aitch (woo) Shit ain't ever easy, had to wait for my plate Hella promises were made but man, they're blatantly fake Had to change up my ways, I just weighed up the game Now the radio plays, I just making me cake (ah-ah) Lookin' steezy, got your girlfriend in her feelings Then I'm linking Simon, talking millions in meetings Nineteen years old, four bills and we go eatin' And nineteen on the plate, four circles on the key ring (skrrt) Looking at the charts, come like looking in the mirror Murdered every feature, when you greet me, call me killer (ooh) Rapper, not a preacher, God forgive me, I'm a sinner But I know you got my back so I give thanks before my dinner Hottest junga in the UK, give a fuck what you say They was poppin' back then, cuzzy it's a new day Rapping 'bout a MAC-10, you're thirty, it's too late Running up your gums, you're not worthy, it's too fake, huh Choppin' rhythms up with YJ, gotta whip a new tape Blockin' women out my life, yeah, I ain't got time for you, babe Box of liquor on my ride, tryna find a new wave Call the driver, run outside and get inside the new shape Taking the piss, ain't popped a pill but I'm taking a trip Straight to the moon and then straight to the booth Go and lace up my shoes and head straight to your bitch Basically I'm going crazy with this You ain't taming me, please stay away from the kid Hit the belly, now I can't stay away from the fridge Really poppin', you ain't stoppin' me, I'm made for this shit One step, two step, kill a rapper, who's next? Pussy, I'm the truth so don't ever get the yute vexxed Doing what I do, I'm making moves, I got my crew set Headlocking the game, gonna finish it with a suplex I've been killing it, seriously where the fuck have you been? Beat the odds, I've got the haters, every point got proven Let me in and now they sit because your boys a nuisance Take the piss a little bit, but you can't knock the movement Mum and dad are happy shit be taking off And they ain't gotta worry 'bout a mortgage 'cause I paid it off Had to take my shot because I really couldn't take my job Now I'm making guap it's kinda hard to find a way to not With my baby cakes I'm baking off You know she love the baby face, it's bait, she call me babe a lot I take her on a date, potential base, she really made the spot Sexy with the make-up, but sexier when she take it off S-S-Someone cool me down, I'm on fire, this shit be flamin' hot Sick of celebrating, all they hear this year was taking shots All I get is W's, this winning got me faded off Speak my mind every time I see the mic Say it how it is, I just be me fam, I don't need to lie Easy with it G, I bring the Ps to keep my peace of mind Do it for the cake and I won't sleep until I eat a slice But don't fuck about, I swear I'll pull the shutters down You're lucky if I take a break, you're fucked if I put something out Put the beat to bed, go cut my check and then I'm cuttin' out Zubby to the head, this cushion cookie got me buggin' out Why the men pretending like they're fucking with a kid? Indirectly sending got you looking like a bitch I got love for everyone but trusting them's a myth Live your life upon, and you tie the pussy often haha

I was flicking through the channels on the TV On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain Trying to piece together conversations Trying to find out where to lay the blame But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame Blame it on me, you can blame it on me We're just sugar mice in the rain I heard Sinatra calling me down through the floorboards Where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme To the jukebox crying in the corner While the waitress is counting out the time For when it gets right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame Blame it on me, you can blame it on me We're just sugar mice in the rain 'Cos I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am Daddy took a raincheck ' Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need Daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck Ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me Blame it on me, blame it on me Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone When I heard them asking questions I knew that you were all alone Can't you understand that the government left me out of work I just couldn't stand the looks on their faces saying, "What a jerk" So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars Blame it on me, blame it on me, Sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck Your daddy took a raincheck

Skin the color of bark Clothes smellin' like trees Diggin' my earth, find my roots and weeds My truth bleeds right back in the arm No scar, but I left my mark My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark Clothes smellin' like trees Diggin' my earth, find my roots and weeds My truth bleeds right back in the arm No scar, but I left my mark My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark But life is just that bright That when the sunset shines See the graph he writes I'm back tonight, with a sack to light In honor of the past I write I'm wide open, with no glass of wine Stuck in a barrel, I'll get better with time While you measure how the pleasure declines I'm stackin' cheddar while the bread just rise With my eyes and my ears glued here on my grind, cutty Creepin' on I come up No sleepin' till the sun's up Tellin' secrets to the drum thumps Pledge allegiance to the blood pump Until I leak my last liter, here's my one love And all these angels got their guns up But no fear when my teeth and my tongue touch I am here, and I speak for the young bloods Who've seen the flood, and they drug all the anchors up And set sail through the world, in the name of trust Hard work, and the crux that it made in us I'm 'bout to bust, all my veins full of gold dust That 1985 California gold rush, in the spine plus the flesh that it holds up I'm out for mines and my wolves got it sewn up One crow, one eagle on my shoulders And my eyes hold the light that approaches

Do you crowd in your weakness, or carry it like Jesus? Or just wonder where the peace is? The heart's beautiful; the brain's where the beast lives All these names on a train, and I'm trying to put my piece in I paid for days, till my pain is raised This spirit in my lyrics' phrase And when it plays let the fire blaze And remember to the higher plane I came Dark dark days, come and go to fill my heart Light fades, come and go to fill that Ark I pain, just to go and spill this tooth Now when truth was reality and lost in its challenge You see, what was out the window And you was pretending, and I had an info And we was just listening, all with my kin-folk Hear me here-ly, here where the cliff's low Van Gogh's crows, over wheat-fields of gold Forget everything you know Read a secret, hid it right under-nose Go ahead and seek everything you want Everything you want, you already got This is just a secret I'm mixing in the pot Everything you want, you already got This be the secret mixed in the pot Everything you want, want You already got, got Everything you want, want You already got, got Everything you want, want You already got, got Everything you want, want You already got, got The more digging this grave The more I'm digging my life The more I'm digging this pain The more I'm digging the mic The more I'm looking for life The more I'm looking for light The more I'm mixing between The more I carve with this mic The more digging this grave The more I'm digging my life The more I'm digging this pain The more I'm digging the mic The more I'm looking for life The more I'm looking for light The more I'm mixing between The more I carve with this mic The more digging this grave The more I'm digging my life The more I'm digging this pain The more I'm digging the mic The more I'm looking for life The more I'm looking for light The more I'm mixing between The more I carve with this mic Yeah B.L.S... and S.N.S B.L.S... and S.N.S We be blessed, yes, yes

Nobody can save you Fears will embrace you Crawl from out the bed in the house and chase you You can try to hide but they'll find and face you You can try to fight but they'll finally maim you By the end of the night they will try and hang you Tied to the heights where you lie and dangle Do you believe in the angels I believe I'm trying to light all my candles While the paranoia grows like branches and mangroves I'm squeezing water from stones and eating bare bones And all the saying in the books well I bury those But I'm still trying to carry all my buried foes Back home and make em' friends so the arrow goes On and on, on and on like a broken song And start to feeling like the bullshit you're smoking on (ahh) See the signs been told as I walk this road Made a rose out of gold but the bones was coal When I dug them out of dirt trying to build my home Haunted by these crows but I must move forward And see the signs been told as I walk this road Made a rose out of gold but the bones was coal When I dug them out of dirt trying to build my home Haunted by these crows but I must move forward But I must move forward But I must move forward But I must move forward Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah All the anxious things the xenophobe tackles Broken angel wings, reading poems backwards Rear-view mirror caught the reflection of a bastard Goodness gracious man, he done grew passed it Old video cameras that's seen his ghost captured, soul fractured Burned footage, so my ankles aren't shackled Strange fruit hang low, hoops upside a dangle From an alternate angle, how I believe in angels Wingspan full spectrum might seem grey though Stabbing at a blank page, whole box of crayons See on my worst days, my anxiety strangles me On my best days smiling, sliding off a rainbow Landed in the swamp to make it out the fuego Man-made Peso, god golden ratio Fibonacci bank roll, look at how the cake swole From UFO fables to actual fiery halos The black cat should only become a tiger when I say so Just to do what he was made for See the signs been told as I walk this road Made a rose out of gold but the bones was coal When I dug them out of dirt trying to build my home Haunted by these wolves but I must move forward See the signs been told as I walk this road Made a rose out of gold but the bones was coal When I dug them out of dirt trying to build my home Haunted by these crows but I must move forward But I must move forward But I must move forward But I must move forward Yeah, yeah, yeah