Claustroflowbic

Fifty pull-ups on the pull up bar

When I hit award shows I wanna pull up a star

Tank on E, got no time to bump

So I'm running on fumes cause I live life once

Duct tape in the trunk of, my corrupted mental

Mood swinging lyrics like a woman on the menstrual

Gold line sleeping, Union Station, Metro

Skateboard push sneaks, high top retros

Special but can't blend in like a gecko

Fans running up asking me about my next show

Like, let me grab my friends and let's go

Rap is my passion, fuck tryna impress hoes

I reach for the stars like NASA moon walking

While you running ya mouths with ya goons talking

Backstage with Left Brain in my own 'Preme

And the haters is going to sleep, they gon' dream soon

I can't breathe I'm claustroflowbic

Give me space I'm claustroflowbic

Fame is a closet and I'm claustroflowbic

My breath, I lost it cause nigga I'm claustroflowbic

Left pinky in the brain

News to the strain, doggy to the dane, great

Tony the Tiger cereal boxes, I ate

Flip the quarter, it's two faced, two rows, two gates

Whichever I choose is a new fate

New love isn't new hate, she got a cute face

Bad attitude with a "How that cute taste"

Getting at her, spitting at her, yeah, how the boot taste

Gingivitis, toothache, mouthwash, toothpaste, breathing on 'em

Spitting hot flows like the heat is on 'em

Pretty hood like I Dickie wife beated on 'em

Teeming material like a cousin skeeted on 'em

Don't lie, don't hide, won't lie, won't die cause my music is alive

Don't lie, don't hide, won't lie, won't die cause my music is alive

I can't breathe I'm claustroflowbic

Give me space I'm claustroflowbic

Fame is a closet and I'm claustroflowbic

My breath, I lost it cause nigga I'm claustroflowbic

Inhale, exhale

Inhale, exhale