I been on top inside my fitted since I had the truth
Sitting with constraints, I'd rather knot, like it's on a noose
Add that to the frame, make it center, Bob McAdoo
Reach out to the rain, gotta catch me 'fore I pull the chute
Over static, channel eight, watch me on the news
Automatic, so emphatic for the solar moon
You should be ecstatic, blast confetti as I'm busting through
In a race, not dramatic, so I'll prolly lose
You pragmatic, got me jealous that it's only you
Watching all the trains, too many paths
Which one you gonna choose?
All said, it's propane in my tank
Light it up, there's no one in my lane
Your charcoal grills stand no chance, like Shawshank
Redemption is in the mine of the mindstate
Pump fakes and cross fades in my game
Throw the mirror down, make the shards vibrate
Governmental strain, for the rain gotta hydrate
Watch the image dissipate a little bit of violence
Find a little shade try to get your little silence
But it's only what you do or you don't do
Mean it's funny who you look up to
It's kinda, kinda funny who you look up to
I mean, kinda funny who you look up to
I said, "Kinda funny who you look up to"
You gotta, gotta look up and look up two
Yeah, you gotta look up and look up two
Uh, you gotta look up and look up two
Yeah, you gotta look up and look up two