(Verse)

Yo I don’t have nightmares, only cash dreams

I mean this dream is the reason my pockets SAP GREEN

I’m rolling dice in this game of life like the craps scene

A special dude, singing special tunes like the M*A*S*H theme

No kidding, the drip I got like I’m going swimming

I’m on a mission, my mind is set on the road I’m whipping

I love my niggas, my feelings sad when they go to prison

My swag is pimping, trench coat ALIZARIN CRIMSON

My lady love me, she wanna rub me and Bobby let her

My opps is heated, in meetings discussing how they’ll gеt him

But I don’t faze it a bit, I’m remaining positive

Evеn though my thoughts are shaded in clouds like a DARK SIENNA

Or MIDNIGHT BLACK, I’m cool I just sit right back

That can’t be something I couldn’t help with a midnight snack

I do what I do with their music, just appreciate me

They hate me lately, painful comments like they kicked my sack

(Bridge)

Uh, and that mother fucker hurt, god damn

Don’t do that no more, don’t do that no more

(Verse)

TITANIUM WHITE the coke on the table

Where I’m sitting and talking business with a Russian crew

You do me wrong and the water’s where I’ll display you

Your body floating in ocean the water PRUSSIAN BLUE

Or PHTHALO BLUE scattered you for PHTHALO GREEN

Hospitalized him and made him cry like splattered spleen

Make he feel like a worthless *happy accidents* like a comedian

That couldn’t make you laugh with the tragic life of a shattered dream

I’m dressed like a 90’s rapper, I’m moving mellow

Du-rag under the headband, I’m looking swell though

Got the fresh air forces, they all black

But the Nike check on the side of the shoe CADMIUM YELLOW

Jersey’s INDIAN YELLOW, the .. *happy accidents* YELLOW OCHRE

I’ll choke ya for disrespect and give you a light head

A fat nigga living gutter like the I’m Shrek the ova *happy accidents*

My niggas Brimming they twisting fingers in BRIGHT RED

I feel like Bob Ross, swag with the perm fro

Lyrics hotter than crockpots, you’ll burn slow

Make a nigga lose his job, get him furloughed

I’m a nice guy, my temper could be the worst though

The joy of painting a special rhyme is a special talent

Fuck a freestyle, present a written and let you have

Bobby the fattest, the best at rapping never no wack shit

I do rapid, it’s fast like a automatic ratchet

(Bob Ross Beats Brush)

(Outro)

Ayo, no fuck shit, I made a, made a couple mistakes in this shit

But um..

In the great words of, the great Bob Woss (happy accidents).. Bob Ross

We only make happy mistakes..

Ok, no accidents over here baby

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Uh, Yeah

Yeah, Yeah, Phat Bobby Ross

Ahahaha