VERSE 1 - BIG BREAKFAST

So dope I oughta charge 95 a quarter

Hire your daughter unpaid to order my shawarma

She ask would it count toward her degree? Kinda sorta

Eating seasoned fries squeezing limes in my water

It's a fine line between rhyme and slaughter

Mikey on the mic is like swine on the border

Mastic beach 90's, crime on the corner

Hiding from white guys with nines in explorers

Kinda sorta pull up in the accord/ with a

Rita Ora looking shorty, y'all sporting fedoras

I'm Alvin to a Simon/Theodore type chipmunk

What's your chick bump? It's all my shit son

Slide in the pickup, looking like King Tut

Chingy on the system, Singing over kick drums

Get drunk and rhyme in that time and order

Performing for a room full of dimes, kinda sorta

VERSE 2 - DUNCECAP

Kinda sorta connoisseur of rhymes, of course i'm scared

Never had a job I was prepared for

Kinda sorta lying, home is where your house is

Wireless mouses, that died while I was bouncing

Tracks on tracks, about thoughts on thoughts

I played out everything, give up what you got

It's the good ones who die young, but where’s the fun in that?

Suicide's romantic but goals are those commandments

Kinda sorta, know what i'm saying

That's the art of art, stay properly distanced like restraining orders

Too close for comfort or not close enough

A token bluff, kinda sorta almost nailed it

Shut, your goddamn mouth and focus

Rack to the background

The story's your surroundings

It's not where you come from

Well, kinda sorta

I'll judge you either way, if you act like Dunce does