OneHundred

I've been living in a fish bowl Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah Looking at the kid go Doing what they wouldn't Doing what they couldn't Beats up, hanging out the window Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah Getting up then we get low Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah Uh, it's the one they thumb they nose at Low class, brutal dance, looking like some road rash No hands, go fast, wrote 'em off, no chance No control, now look at him go If I want it, I get it I just lassoed a comet Just to know that I did it You said, "Blah blah blah blah blah" like I invited the comments I need to see all the bodies Before the toe tag, Cro mags, we gotta know, uh I've been living in a fish bowl Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah Looking at the kid go Doing what they wouldn't Doing what they couldn't Beats up, hanging out the window Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah Getting up then we get low Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah, yeah I stopped tripping about the powers that be Started thinking with the powers of ten Give you a sense of the lens Follow my lead as I cut through the breeze Every step GPSed, CCTVed Every breath squeezed through some SJW's tweet You're so off beat and so PC They take the sweet right out the cantelope Damn, they take the beats right out the animal Can I live? Well, ain't that a bucket of dicks I was just having fun running from the abyss Now you coming in hot And telling me what the shit is or what it is not And what's cut from a rib Script never fit, pink mist Ever since me and my brother were kids Newports flip tricks on a grip Tell the world which dick he can kiss Killer big, leave the rest for the buzzards to pick Uh, a real son of a bitch From the hip For the whole clique to split Nothing but a flick of the wrist I've been living in a fish bowl Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah Looking at the kid go Doing what they wouldn't Doing what they couldn't Beats up, hanging out the window Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah Getting up then we get low Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah When I dip, they dip When I jump, they jump I just talk my shit Have my fun Make it buck, yeah Me and my boss chick making boss moves Driving you crazy in your lazy costume Huh, you want to fake it 'til you make it? Shit I'm on some etheridge, fuck it, break this shit Hey, I don't know what you say I don't think it's a game So I don't care who wins I was scared sick, used to disassociate Now look at all these hairpins I negotiate Pssh, styling on 'em Wild as a motherfucker Higher than you buying it Blame my environment There's something in my wiring I don't know, maybe they're too microscope Maybe I'm too macro with the tackles on the microphone Oh, I think they like it though Trying to keep it lighter but it's darker out Pull the marker out Make a map about the moment Go ahead, go in, I'm zoning, I'm coping I'm hoping I'm rolling, I wrote it I made it for you True Just trying to step around the dog doo-doo I've been living in a fish bowl Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah Looking at the kid go Doing what they wouldn't Doing what they couldn't Beats up, hanging out the window Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah Getting up then we get low Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah