(Verse 1)

Always got a loose exclusive

Prostitute tossed a noose said 'use it'

'I don't know how I feel sir'

'well son here's to improvement'

So I left like the rain to a drain

In the underground sewers, dope in the vein

I'm shaking movers, cope with the pain

If you break that tumour, soak in the stain

So plain, you can't see thomas, accomplishing every act

Ironic I train tracks in my raps but remain fat

Hollering maybach music, I'm may's cracked cupid

I may act stupid, when I mainline 99 blue spit

Juice it for the crowd baby, one day they'll love you maybe

I glove my crooked mouth, and brush up on every hand that made me

What an outstanding baby, who became a brilliant child

An average boy then a mediocre man with the ghost of a crooked smile

I look to look sometimes, I cook to hook sometimes

I've shot the hoof in rhymes, and pushed at the foot of a crooked spine

She's mine, she's mine, she's mine, I said into my mirror

But a hand shot out of the frame with Lupe tape saying here's the elixir, fix it

(Chorus)

Old School Baby Girl can't feel it

Old News, Young World, can you hear it?

Y'all better stand clear I'm fearless

I'm fearless, I'm fearless

Got a hand on the devil's shoulder

Other hand on a cocked revolver

I roll with the soul of the old her

I roll with the soul of the old...

(Verse 2)

6 long boxes got boxed up with a padlock in a storage locker

One childhood left bereft and neglected with a bent edge and a stopper

One fifth of vodka, drop it, one sip of absynthe, vomit

One rip off a madlib torrent, back to imagining California

He drives all night but the sight of a bright highway doesn't ease the pain

Got a sunroof like he can't see the rain

Got a drum loop like he might speak again

I now see that he's insane, so I ask him 'please explain?'

He says he's me if I never achieve or indeed dream again

That's scary, this scares me, this could be me but barely

My future's mine but life's design might leave me quite contrary

So I grab for the snare and release a

Rage for the kids, with a kick drum beater

Cymbals crash as I meet the reaper

But I do not fear him you shouldn't either

It's a team up

David and the Mona Lisa

In a beat up two seater

Listening to 'My Adidas'

But I run to keep up, up

Gotta run to keep up

If you're not dead inside by the time you're 25 don't kick your feet up

(Chorus)