STUNTS

I had to lose everything to appreciate
Everything I used to take for granted
Now the tabletop's granite
Call me the hopeless romantic
Used to be empty-handed

Stackin' digits under the bed
The clothes stay unbranded
And now the seeds have been planted
Time to reap, what you sow
Rest easy everyone below

Including the death of my fuckin' ego
Do my own stunts Evel Knievel
Gotta go a lot more quicker than that, too slow
Never mind, these rhymes are ice-cold
You can throw me in a cup, I don't give a fuck
Do my little dance, make a couple of bucks
I got you more covered than Farmers' Insurance
Don't drink, so pass the motherfukin' blunt

Fuck a double, man, I do my own stunts
Show up to the function and my presence is my present
Big Gulp when I bust out with the weapon
'Pop, pop', that's a Smith and Wesson
Pistol-whippin' all the motherfuckin' Karens
Never listen, better learn your fuckin' lesson
Big Gulp when I bust out with the weapon
'Pop, pop', that's a Smith and Wesson

Fuck a double, man, I do my own stunts
Show up to the function and my presence is my present
Big Gulp when I bust out with the weapon
'Pop, pop', that's a Smith and Wesson
More compulsive than cologne, that's Obsession
I swear I'm cleaner than a Haze, that's Lemon
JPK, an 11 out of 10, you're a seven