Doodling In The Key Of C Sharp Lyrics

[Intro]

Check. It’s 6:26 in the morning. I just made this beat ‘cause I realized I enjoy playing the piano. You know… f..ck you. No one’s in the room with me right now, so I’mma record this myself. I’mma try and do this all in one take, so there’s not a lot of editing because I’m too drunk to edit. And that’s just the truth of the matter. All right, let’s go.

[Verse 1]

I said, raps is cold about 20 below

I just realized I don’t give a f..ck anymore

Used to look into the mirror asking “where would this go?”

Got big quick kind, of wish that I was taking it slow

It takes balls to go on break from the mold

I guess I did that, still got some dumbass fans who want KIDS back

And I forget that they twelve years old, I must accept that

Should probably stop thinking so much and just rap

I wish life was kind of easier to figure out

I wish it was like Ferris Bueler singing ‘Twist and Shout’

I got a couple reasons that I’ll stick around

But for the most part this shit is foul

I place my hand on a stove top to see if I’m awake

I heard you taking bath salts and eating people’s face

Saw the people I know personally

See they act a certain way because they working for me

And if you take that as a diss, that means I’m talking to you

No, I never look down, I got knots in my shoe

Strings, made some money went and bought me a few things

This ain’t shit I’m just doodling

I’m sick of going to the movies and people looking at me

Inquire ‘bout some shit that they know they shouldn’t ask me

Hollywood got every girl around the world fasting

Like eating was a sin but really beauty lies within

Guess I wouldn’t f..ck me a fat bitch

I just disagree with you, determining fat is

Want to go to Israel and see if there’s a God there

For now I’m ‘bout to smoke some blunts and post in this lawn chair

Could of been the mayor because I’m excellent with politicking

People never say what’s on their mind because they’re on a mission

Who do you think you are?

And may God damn your soul if you forgot tradition

Locked inside a box, a prison

Somewhere there I saw a vision

Met this girl with innocence

And stole it while on top of linens

Roger, word to Roger Clemens

That don’t mean a thing

I’m in love with making melodies but scared to even sing

Freaking judgmental f..ck-heads, talking ‘bout my life

You don’t know me, and if you did you’d say I’m nice

Everyone I see always has some cool advice

‘Bout what they’d do if they were me and all the issues they would fight

You could never phantom what this shit is like

And I hope you turn your bitch to dyke

My kryptonite is me

Yup…