Dark Horse Beats

Call Me what you want baby
cos i ain't seen a label that'll fit me yet.....


VERSE 1:

Yo Label me mr. sincerity, whistlin merrily
rowin' my boat down lives stream
keepin afloat steadily,

cos life ain't a dream it's a parody
you know it's a joke when most just tryin to cope without the therapy

so stay truckin on the beam for fun
hit it heavily and party till ya see the sun.

till they bury me i'll stick to the roots i'm from
like them, cherokees native, Tommy Cruise "the Gun"

i spray clips that'll sway hips,
cruisin at altitudes
that'll make bitches slip smooth outta shoes

after that the socks come off,
soon she breakin all her rules
as i cross 'em off

keep shorty short of breathe, and a checklist ready for the night
40 hangin in the left, another bevvie in the right,

do it for the West, the rest, and any in the fight
tryna do the damn thing & lay it heavy on the mic

HOOK:

Yo so call me what you want baby-Rain or Shine
But you know i bring it straight-i ain't stayin in line
cos i get my swerve on-through the lanes i grind
and if you ain't found love?-ima change ya mind!

cos i get it how i live it yo-and that's whatsup!
and i phased by the gimmicks yo-so crank the cut
whether you smashed off your face-or you blazed to fuck?
i'd rather live it to the limits-insteada chase the buck!


VERSE 2:

yo so label me mr. insanity,
kickin up anarchy,
leadin the blind with picket signs
displayin written profanity

kickin rhymes with a sickness that'll threaten humanity
and i don't got time for rich bitches drippin in vanity

punks who ain't livin reality or know what it is
to make a buck fifty, and a hundo go on ya kids

insteada trust fund babies and givin a homes and a whip
so they take that 150 and they blow it on kicks!

and you know i mix homie coast city to burbs
talk about rockin shows the LBC was my first,

and when the rhymes start flowin ima give you the word,
my Go Go gadget finger got me flippin the bird

it's in the verse how i'm spittin on the mic clean
tryna find a rythem between livin & my pipe dreams
assigned to the mission, Ima the captain with the right jeans
tryna take off i'm just waitin for the flight team

HOOK:

VERSE 3:

you can call me Mr. Reliable, kickin up viable
options for when ya iPod's chillin in idle

shuffle more than a kindergartner's sittin recital's
i'm that IB Pro finnin' ease ya vitals

like ya IV hookin you up with made fluid,
shit that help ya clear ya system of junk,
flush straight through it

the lyrics that ya sister'll bump, ya dates too
and it's a tommy.pluvin affair now be faithful!

see i'm a case full of jokes, like a barrell of laughs
never hastin' to coast while i handle a pabst
designated driver whether i be sober or smashed
and the plates on the ride sayin "havin a blast"

so i ride through shiftin, manual at drive thru's kitchens,
mixin shake & fries still dippin,
you bet that ill upgrade to the supersize fixings
and if y'all didn't know you better listen!