SEX MACHINE ft. Kermode Zay & Rob Buck Lyrics

(Who am I?)

He doesn't know

Just how I feel

He doesn't know

Just how I feel

You would think we from the South, this track will fuel your soul

That flow coming from Eau Claire's got you losing control

Watch me turn this shit around when the money gets slow

My flow cold like the climate when you get to the poles

I'm stepping on this track

Like it's my new insoles

New kicks, new whip

Yeah I'm in those

Nudes sent on the new whip

New shit

Just came In-From-Out of Cali

And we smoking out the windows

Got your girl in a Mini Cooper giving me top

And I just pulled up to Kwik Trip, think I hit the jackpot

But if Rob call late night talking 'bout, "I got a new track"

I'm gon' deliver like a pizza shop

They ask me if I'm new to this

I don't do it a lot

But rapping just a rollercoaster

Get high and wait for the drop

It's no toppin' the shit that I be dropping on the regular

Hottest rapper on the planet of the nebula

I summon Blue-Eyes White Dragon deez nuts all over your chins

While I'm eating Leann Chin

Straight from Bloomington

I be sitting in the bin

Like I'm living in Great Britain

Yeah I'm vegging off the reggie

While I cook beats in the kitchen

Quit your bitching

Your mother built like chicken tendies

Catch me Kwik Trippin' down Water Street

While your girl is kissing

And slipping

And fiending for my chicken

While my chicken sammie's getting cold

Sitting on the table over there

Yeah the kush got me feeling like I'm Helen Keller

I woke up today, felt like I was living in the movie Interstellar

My brain is feeling like it's trapped inside a prison cellar with a dementor

Yeah I'm a director

The way you fiend for more is such a clown ass story

Off a bean at the Bean in Chicago

Look at me, Aroma tee, she in my room like Trivago

She won the lotto

Catch me mashing avocados at Chipotle with my squad hoe

Back in elementary school I was a role model

SIKE!

I wasn't a little shit though

Smoking doobies out the Subaru window

Did you know?

I'm from fucking South Korea

(That's so crazy bro!)

Straight from Seoul

Did you know?

That's the fucking capital

(No way! No way!)

Yeah my bedroom is feeling like it's hogwarts

We getting magical

Get up, ah

Get on up

Get up, ah

Get on up

Stay on the scene

Get on up

Like a sex machine

Get on up

Get up, ah

Get on up

Get up, ah

Get on up

Stay on the scene

Get on up

I'm like a sex machine

Get on, get on, get on, get on, get on up

Sometimes I think like I ain't got nothing to write about

Sitting at the paper, inspiration don't wanna come out

Pops told me be a man, you ain't got nothing to cry about

Maybe he was right, I fight like Tyson in the title bout

To grab a hold of your ears

And bite a piece of a this game for now

Then just keep doing it for many years and many more to come

Flow pure like a catholic nun

Like I'm D. Rose back on the Bulls

Zay the number one

Money at the ceiling like a Christmas tree that's too big

Can't fit these stacks up in my pockets 'cause they too big

I tried to give it to your sister but you get the picture

This life the book of Isaiah, she love to study scripture

They gon' write stories 'bout me like the Zay they call the prophet

Can't lead you to the Messiah, but I can get that profit

And if you think that money shrinking, well then it's the opposite

I don't know where I'm going, but I know they ain't gon' stop it

I summon Blue-Eyes White Draggin' deez nuts all over your chins

While I'm eating Leann Chin

Straight from Bloomington

I be sitting in the bin

Like I'm living in Great Britain

Yeah I'm vegging off the reggie

While I cook beats in the kitchen

Quit your bitching

Your mother built like chicken tendies

Catch me Kwik Trippin' down Water Street

While your girl is kissing

And slipping

And fiending for my chicken

While my chicken sammie's getting cold

Sitting on the table over there