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[Intro] Good morning Vietnam I'd like to welcome everybody to the INNANET Tune in, log on [Verse 1] I think I fell off the bed as a kid and I hit my head Maybe was 'bout 10 first time that I tied Makayla up and they walked in Welcome to INNANET, where to begin? Might as well start at the tip top, give me a moment I'm runnin' from time Seems like I'm tied to the clock as it tick-tocks Tippin' the metropolitan axis in which I exist it's a trip to imagine Imagine that which I inflict when I flip on the beat I'm an artist, no need for a canvas Campin' the van at the local campus What do you mean he not there yet? Hair-brained adolescent ass on the airwaves Pullin' to your city with my niggas in the caravan, ridin' Like do or die, ain't this some shit Volume on 10 turn my shit up, they fist go pump like pistol grip That Vic he stay up in some shit Sometimes it's hard to let go of it I be so high I be in orbit She already courted me kinda cordially cornered me So I stick her on the bumper like coexist That's another one, give the drummer some Letras de cancionesIn this case I guess that's me Who made the track? You can just ask me I be on some next shit Wonder why niggas still don't really respect it When I spit that unexpected Thoughts from the mind of the greater collective Subconsciously copy me, niggas just can't help it So many good ideas, why be selfish? It seems like you can sing the blues all you want But they don't really love you 'til you Elvis Til the labels shelfin' your album, Lord help 'em The hellbent one way train to fame with fake friends depends on the outcome Pick it up quick, my shit too hot What gets you hype what turns you odd? Obviously optimism isn't really my business, I'll beg your pardon Me and my niggas in the party and we get it started I'll start the engine and the pendulum swings I'm in a race of time to try and find a peace of mind of mine A walking stan to the departed Or hardly go and they don't know I think I wanna stop It's somebody make a nigga wanna keep goin' I'm goin' out of my head, I think I wanna die I don't love myself, I bet the feds love me more Had 'em and the minutes keep comin' with the reward Let 'em get a village of the crack sinners and the black Finna hit the backhand and tapped into the Internet intro Can it be all so simple? Seems my weed bag gettin' thin, my pocket hold no scratch I ponder if apocalypse comin' to hold me back But baby if you love me let me take you where it's ugly To the place where no one comes, now we're standin' up and above me My Lord, no no no no I done seen demons [Outro] Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency From Letras Mania