Missed Calls

Girl, I ain't no star-I just ain't from round here

My pilot told me I'll go far, if I stay from 'round here

Hell, I'm so good at missing calls, bitch, I'm perfect this year

And I suggest you trace your scars, if you get lost my dear

Nigga, I can't tell if I'm dreaming

Lord, forgive me if I think I'm in charge

But the snakes in the grass are starting to get smart

And the snake in my pants is starting to get hard

And I'm fucking everything with two legs and a heart

And some ass, and some titties, and an ATM card

Fetish for my flaws, and I lust for my scars

And this broke nigga dick guarantee I won't starve

Well I suppose, that you suppose, using hoes, is getting old

And you oppose, that maybe I, should grown on up, and iron clothes

And find some hope, find some work, and write in cursive

Been a flirter since my birth, they wrapped me up so I ain't fuck the nurse

Too numb to react when you struck a nerve

So I hits the bitch in a circle jerk

With me, myself, and my demon semen

Canine teeth got me feline feenin'

Hold up, rewind, make a beeline, feel like a bald eagle chiefin'

I ain't even breathin'

I'm a motherfuckin' ghost you can tell cause I flow

And I lose my head without even bleeding

Fuck what a motherfucker thought, that they knew about us

We got the juice and we keep on squeezing

Like drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Hold up me cup, me take a sip

Hold up me pinky, me think me rich

Me being foolish, me no pay rent

Me look at roomies, all of em pissed

Eviction notice, taped to the fridge

Thank the most high, me no got kids

They would be cannibals, eating your kids

(I told her)

Girl I ain't no star, I just ain't from round here

My pilot told me I'll go far, if I stay from round here

(You see me in that bentley, don't start to acting friendly)

Hell I'm so good at missing calls, bitch I'm perfect this year

(When the room's spinning and the who's who's in it)

And I suggest you trace your scars, if you get lost my dear

(Aye you ain't on the list, now the A-list enlisted)

I done had all night to think about this

I done had all life to think about this

Get a plate with strife and too South for shit

Let me click my heels and toss on them grits

Let a nigga hold five 'til my grinder click

I done had all life to think about this

All y'all judging, handful of Bics

I done passed out twice and I ain't been hit

Shit I might be blessed let me right this left

Navigate this ride, I really don't need an apartment

Line like who bought the fifth

Hoop out the lobes and who had got kids

Let me get that little piece together

Pen start on my thesis sweater?

Head start on my nieces sweater

Money thrown on my chicken, man pizza whatever

Gotta go gotta go gotta leave you better

Grew up where the leaves are wetter

And I hope and I pray when you read this letter

That the seeds don't catch up to your knees already

Cause all my dogs good

They running, they running don't run out the clock

They living in a false hood for damn way too long, man, check out the stock

But that's cool, y'all can keep on sipping out this narcissistic pool

And I'ma sit outside that shit just like the old dudes

Said I'ma sit outside that shit just like Kukoc do

And watch you jump hula hoops to satisfy your sudoku

Said baby girl I ain't no star, I just ain't from round here

(White walls and wood floors)

My pilot told me I'll go far, if I stay from round here

(You, you see me at the bar don't, don't go to hollerin' about no shots)

Hell I'm so good at missing calls, bitch I'm perfect this year

(Don't fuck with me)

And I suggest you trace your scars, if you get lost my dear

(One check out the window, people watching, slow up)