[00:16.90]I'm a writer, probably as good as Elton John
[00:19.51]But whats writing good for if it ain't helping moms?
[00:22.09]I'm tryna feed Japan while seeing sights of Lebanon
[00:24.60]And wiping away tears of the girls that's getting felted on
[00:27.24]I'm tryna get my felt pen on but the block is hot
[00:30.27]My hands is questioning if I'm Bach or not
[00:33.07]If I'm 2Pac or nonexistent to these juggernauts
[00:35.68]But I'm an architect, an astronaut, an argonaut
[00:38.37]So hey, you, get off my couch
[00:40.82]You don't know me, stay the **** out my mouth
[00:43.65]But I'm a writer, you can quote it out loud
[00:46.15]A false poet, get my dough and I'm out
[00:49.08]But here's an eighth of shrooms for your earlobe
[00:52.00]A little rap wrapped in cigarillo
[00:53.83]A little bit of Wu-Tang, mixed with some Henry David Thoreau
[00:57.20]A little ponder theory you can ponder on your pillow
[01:00.02]This is for those who wrote suicide notes
[01:02.72]And all the hipster girls that was super fly ****
[01:05.38]You looking at her nose, what you do besides coke
[01:07.94]You looking at her palms what you do besides ****
[01:10.79]Nothing, life is but a supersized note
[01:13.50]I open up my mind like a suicide door
[01:16.04]And grab a pimp cane and a superfly coat
[01:18.73]Have em' bobbing they heads to something stupid I wrote