You ask who I am
I'm average I'm a man
No land, no fans, no lavish life in Cannes
No record deal, advances
I might as well be from Kansas
Cause I'm Ozzy Oz with my family
And my Aussie Aussie like a pantry
Just reach down and grab it
Everybody say I'm the crassest
I don't a give a fuck like an actress
Who never puts out on the mattress
And I gotta have more like Ashton
My thoughts they come so random
Like numbers they choose in a ransom
Fuck yeah
I guess I'm on my own shit ho
I guess I'm on my own shit ho
I guess I'm on my own shit ho
Well no shit
Dead last in line
But I'm steadfast with mine
For those back packing rhymes
To those fat stacking crimes
Take a look inside of my eyes
Tryna catch up like Hines
Reminds me of the 90's/
Rewind me 'til you find me
Cuz I'm stuck in the past/
Stuck in the back of the bus or the cab
What's up with that?
I don't know man
Maybe I just don't like walkin' on land, gettin' off track
Empirical evidence show that it's evident, relevant
I'm ahead of competitors
Everything better when poppin' the sedatives
Let me slow the sentences
Fuck yeah
I guess I'm on my own shit ho
I guess I'm on my own shit ho
I guess I'm on my own shit ho
Well no shit
You talk about gettin' that dough
Whatever, whatever
You talk about gettin' them hoes
Whatever, whatever
Bitch, I'm on my own shit
I could give a fuck less about your shit
And as long as I got my closest
A mother fucker like me coastin' bitch

INVIA LE CORREZIONI