H Y P E R S P A C E Lyrics

I could care less about your sound

I don't give a shit

Smoke all on my weed in the evening

Know you feeling it

When I grow the tree boss moves like

I'm selling it

I don't really ever know my music in my veins

There no helping it

I don't really best them

I don't got to try um

All I really know

Is got to get more

But I still rarely hoes

Singin along cuz she know my songs

Bitch trust me

Singin along bitch knew my songs

Now trust me

I could record like four or five

Y'all don't even know tight rhyming

Y'all don't even got the timing

Boy Stop rhyming

Stop writing that music

That shit losing

You don't even know what you saying

Loser

Stop the begging now choosing

I was broke down just losing

Like a car on the side of the road

But now all that oil can't stop oozing

I was on the bank

Now I'm moving

Was a bummy then but

Who knew then

I would who I am

Now don't confuse it