Yeah

Yeah

Uh

Take my chances like I roll up the rim uh

Swaine will be a winner and he putting that on everything

Proof is in the pudding

Keep my fucking foot in

Do it for 'em, do it right or don't even do it

I used to be the one that blew it

Ima pick up where he left off

Ima change person like I saw another crime to stop

Skip the phone booth, I won't call a soul

I just pull up to the place I need to be and then I flow

Listen to the soft sax serenade you softly

Keeping up illusions, this is magic level poetry

Expert level speaking up puts speeches to shame

Got alliterations accurately aiming at fame

I might pick up a controller but not playing no games

I really drop a song a week and none are the same, uh

Ask a lot of questions but don't get desired answers

Responses that I'm looking for are coming with a catch, so

You won't catch me dead

Not making something fire

Black temple

Ice crown

Black rock, spire

Come with forty mans and I'm asking what's next?

Get me on a record, don't send me no text

Say it to me fully don't walk away faster

Mutter under breath, you against the grand master

Hundred songs deep, another fifty on the last one

Thank you for the love, Swaine coming in vaster

Ooh, shit

Fuck yeah, yeah

NV, Night Vibe, Toronto, Swaine