4Am Monday

I know why they call them labels

Because you have to fit a label now to fit a label

But if I'm a pussy, then I guess I did my kegels

I got it on lox, I'll bring the bagels

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

I think the majors can't quite decide if I'll come play ball

If I can make them money

If I can dumb my shit down enough

Or do the dance

I think it's kind of funny

They might be right, I'm shaped different like toblerone

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Cause I believed that I can be more and walked away

And left my hand up in the air like I just shot the j

White rappers only make if we talk like stars

Hit the a-list

Cause you puffed on ls

And dropped your rs

Let's pull some video out of 5th grade pageant

And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping

You think you sound the same

Or that you picked up the way to be real in somewhere tv-land along the way?

If I just get 15 minutes I'm gonna stay myself

And when that 16th minute comes then I won't hate myself

Maybe I'll never get signed

I'll fucking flatline

But nobody gets to raise a banner during halftime

Win or lose, I always choose myself and place a bid

And make the same face on every play like jason kidd

It's almost 4am

Monday in my room again

Got a crazy vision of a dream escaping from my pen

I'll be swinging going down

Fuck that noise, no way no how

You're listening to this song

But I'm working on the next one now

If my goals are odd I take as a challenge

People seem confused by how I hope to use my talents

Could he be weird al, could he be jimmy fallon?

I tell them to imagine mos def meets woody allen

Haters give me balance. Every kyle's got a cartman

I know how failure tastes

I drink it straight from the carton

I always keep a gallon in the fridge at my apartment

To remind me how it feels to drop the ball like stevie bartman

Believe me I want to achieve it all by being me

It's too easy to be cheesy on tv or dvd

I'm seeking to sneak in, but I'm weeping when I peep the scene

Cause I'm knee-deep in it and need a tp roll to keep it clean

I'm digging for a deeper meaning cause beneath this skin is a beating the temperamental heaving heart of gentle heathen

If you deceive us, homie that's so sad

I'll get more agro than the aggro crag

I'm boney boney leave me aloney you know me well

Don't dwell on that jabroni just cause that baloney sells

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

I want to flow holy like matrimony bells

It's almost 4am

Monday in my room again

Got a crazy vision of a dream escaping from my pen

I'll be swinging going down

Fuck that noise, no way no how

You're listening to this song

But I'm working on the next one now