Playing Stove God in the truck hoping my son can't hear it
Shuffle it to Black Star and all the guilt disappearing
Pots and kettles, the first entendre I'm ever burying
‘cause half my catalog is pots and the kids stirring them
Like, Carnegie Hall is as familiar as the kitchen was
The view far enough but close enough to feel in love
I became Rich Paul, 20/20 vision us
Play the gym day to day and you don't gotta dribble none
To get it, hurry up and buy was the tradition
Where waiting could become the "what if's" like The Commission
Learning on the fly can cloudy up your position
When you finish your breakfast then you gotta do the dishes
Do the math, my plate clean following morale
And leaping out of their box until they box us in the ground
Back in the jeep with the speakers running wild
In ‘Lo driving shoes knocking Reasonable Drought, where we at