Drip

Maybe it's you, maybe it's me Maybe the whole world knows it, wait and we'll see Look and I feel like a million bucks, playing for keeps Today is the oldest we've ever been and the youngest we'll ever be Forever be, fresh Don't need no queen of my castle I'm still king of the dad jokes No, I'm not a Picasso More like William Sasso OK, I'll start from the origins Back when I started performing They'd rip me up like carpeted flooring Now I kill 'em and harvest their organs I was raised with different values Hiding in different shadows Don't bite the forbidden apple Or lie in a Christian chapel We're fighting in different battles So keep your opinion in your asshole Got 'em hooked up, line and sinker 'Cause I came up on fishing mackerel I ain't the one That you people should bet against Whether I'm in it or out of my element I am official, will always be relevant I'm always working but not overselling, no I'll give 'em the benefit. Don't ever question or test my intelligence Yes, I'm a gentleman Came from the dirt but grew up so elegant Look at the evidence, bro And don't belittle me, I did the work you didn't do diddly I never needed that negative energy anywhere close to my vicinity I have no sympathy for an enemy going to war Like out in the Middle East Telling you tales, picture it Sicily You want the truth, why don't you get at me now Maybe it's you, maybe it's me Maybe the whole world knows it, wait and we'll see Look and I feel like a million bucks, playing for keeps Today is the oldest we've ever been and the youngest we'll ever be Forever be, fresh They got me praying for the Sinners and beginners Cheapskates and the tippers, don't care what you're considered A hick or a city slicker But kid, do I deliver Sketching these vivid pictures And broadcasting live through radio transmitters I was raised with different values Hiding in different shadows Don't bite the forbidden apple Or lie in a Christian chapel We're fighting in different battles So keep your opinion in your asshole Got 'em hooked up, line and sinker 'Cause I came up on fishing mackerel Now I scuba in Bermuda, shooting barracudas Blowing Buddha supas through the hookah Ain't no crew cooler We're rolling through with a group of cougars Luke is too much Get the music cued up Recognize the sarcasm And note the crude humor Now give me a second to catch my breath Shaking the rump like Rex in effect Then disappearing like etch-a-sketch I'm getting vocal with my feelings I don't do the texting sex I'm old school, I need to feel it Give me a little flesh on flesh 'cause Maybe it's you, maybe it's me Maybe the whole world knows it, wait and we'll see Look and I feel like a million bucks, playing for keeps Today is the oldest we've ever been and the youngest we'll ever be Forever be, fresh