King Of Maine

Yo, I wake up make a K-Cup then I blaze up, shave with a razorblade

My hat is still crooked

I'm reading a book and

My body was made in Maine

Man, I'm still deflecting all the bill collectors

And I hate when they say my name

My buzz would be massive

If I wasn't slacking and

Jerking to Jayden Jaymes

Celtics sticker

On the bumper

Of a clunker

But my vocals real

Fuck rap. I might sell my mic and buy a snowmobile

I can't relate to throwing money when she makes it clap

I can relate to doing dishes. We should take a nap:

Tired like Michelin of your wrists when they're glistening

We don't want no yacht to float but just a boat to go fishing in

Man my whole yard is a minor mess

Go hard till my dying breath

Owe bars to the IRS

We got no Rs in our dialect

Me and my peeps speak a different kind of speech

Where Verizon 4G don't reach

(Can you me now?)

Coming live from where mill towns are still towns

Even though they shut the mills down

But I'm feeling like the King of Maine

The King of Maine

Wear a seal-skin jersey to the Sea Dogs game

I'm the King of Maine

The King of Maine

Plow truck all gold never hydroplane

I tell em: Welcome to 207.

Welcome-Welcome to 207.

Welcome to 207.

Welcome-Welcome to 207.

It's the way life should be: everything's pleasant

Tell 'em: this-th-th-this is 207.

Hey, hey, I heard the news in the street

That we're the shit and you're the pubes on the seat

Even though I triple bogey that par 5

Rangoon with my mai tai

Steal another motherfucker's WiFi

Got Texas Pete on my Five Guys

I'm back

Facts: spit a little bit but I never made a gat go cap cap pap

But my backpack on and I'm smoking

Being homeless is bogus

So paying bills is my motive

Can't afford G4s I'm poor on tour in a worn '04 Ford Focus

Ayup

I know that this weed might be the death of me

but I got this "O" broke up like it's parentheses

I'm yellin ayup

I weigh a buck forty still but when my finger tips touch the quill

I'll be feeling like I'm Paul Pierce and I'm Rondo

I'm John Deere and I'm John Doe

I'm the rap star from the back yard who never acts hard or went half-heart

I'm the Peoples Douche:

AKA The Truth

Everytime that I get in the booth I'll be feeling like

I'm from the 420 minus 213

I'm on the throne if you're looking for who to unseat

I got mooseblood in my goblet

Lobsters in my optics

I'm live on the map

Where the dudes don't rap

In the Altima black who I do go past

Come hop in

Find me chillin in Rockland

where the townies sell oxies

So the coroners got coffins

It's my fault my paid because of what I say

I rock it for a profit pockets fat as Paul Lepage

Got a tattoo on my arm that says "Don't Stop"

Cuz other guys told me otherwise when we talked

I told em Wells, Maine what the sign say

Where I go ape with my primates

Rhyme great

16s like 2 times 8

Wine grapes and prime steaks

Damn I'm feeling marvelous

Had a hand with no good cards in it that I parted with

I'm an artisan

I think you're an amateur

Kids, cops, janitors

All pull out their cameras

When I walk out of Hannaford