[Chorus]

Oh, you thought I was done? I still got more to say (Dear God, I'm—)

Living my life day to day and yet I still ain't seen no play

Won't ever do drugs, can't mess up with o mixed with yay (Yayo)

Like Paul Blart I gotta get me one of them segs with a way, otay

[Verse 1]

Pray them haters go away, no, you still ain't seen my way

Mysterious just like—, just like a babushka bae

Started thinkin' bout it, I need to get paid

Like Jake Hill, runnin' right into the fray

On the daily, I need to pray, but I always forget the way

[Verse 2]

Too much homeless, bad life choices, gotta help them best we can

Flyin' to the sky and back and no, I ain't not talkin Pan

Daily breakfast, don't think I can go without eggs, bac', and pan

I butchered that but had to rhyme, so I guess it's all alright

Everyday, I know y'all always be takin Alocane

But is it really any better than snortin' all that cocaine

Since the beginning of time, everybody's been in pain

Just like when a Christian family use Jesus name in vein (Amen)

[Refrain]

There's still a lot of problems that I gotta talk about

They won't all fit on this record but for now, y'all go and doubt

Let's carry on up out this segue and try to form a crowd

Got nine songs left, afterwards, I'm puttin' on my crown, damn

[Outro]

Oh, you thought I was done? I still got more to say

Living my life day to day and yet I still ain't seen no play

Won't ever do drugs, can't mess up with o mixed with yay (Yayo)

Like Paul Blart I gotta get me one of them segs with a way, otay