Paroles Conjugal Visit to the Prison of the Mind par Homeboy Sandman

Sipping world water
Summer breeze couldn't be Autumn
I ain't even mean to spend so much time writing/recoding
I just spend my whole life tryna beat boredom
You ain't ever hear me yelling out "Yo shorty"
They don't even know that I saw them
I ain't wasting no speech hitting no seat, but I sport 'em
Ain't no peep see the peaking eye caught 'em
Thought I gave a sh*t about clothes
Easy Holmes these are all people I know
Step into the spotlight
Peoplе's turn white light
Veil I go
Peoplе yell "Goat!" everywhere I go
b*t*h

Two days of the weak
Wake and then sleep
Basically play in the street
While my girl hang try on my spacesuit
My time is waste-proof
Who you know got god go hard and guardian angel

Don kilo
Im at the right place right time
Knight ride like I'm Mike Knight
Ain't seen a brother like I
No lie, cops treat me like a white guy
Lugging up a bazooka to a knife fight
Bout to cash in cash like how a kite fly
High flyin', no wires, WiFi
Move 'em in, move 'em out, rawhide
High five

Now I'm warmed up
Like a wizard with a wand up
Reeling in the fish called Wanda
¡Ay, caramba!
Homegirl keep blowing up my number
Do you got a charger?
Don't bother
Imma let it die
Pull my middle digit as a ribbon to the sky
That b*t*h shouldn't call me in the middle of the night
Playing killer of the vibe
Yeah, little bit of lemon lime
Conjugal visits to the prison of the mind
'fore I rolled up I was spinning on the bike that was swinging on the vine
Hoping they will let me hit just a little bit of vicey

Fresh shave
Fresh face, pretty for a front page
Make sure before I hit stage everybody been paid, yes
I don't haul your take checks
I don't really struggle them patience
I ain't really pay attention enough for getting upset

I don't not be getting all stressed and exempt
Doesn't make sense
Sleep when I'm dead
Said what I meant
Can a get an amen from the whole environment
A plus, a minus, that's math
I be hoppin' hurdles in the era of turtles
Might've told you that's rad
Only 'cause my father always hollered out champ
Taught me how to jab
No everybody compin' [?] it is hopping on my nads

You dont want to be the one to bring me from a nap
And get a kicking in the ass
I don't want to be the one to kick it on the aft, tryna kick it on the ave
Might be gone but not forgotten, shorty got it bad
I be doing numbers though when I be tryna bag
I ain't tryna brag
Actually I am

I keep my head low
I keep my head though
First to get blown then I'm in the box all Nintendo
¿Comprende? Crescendo
Peace