Apollo Clone - Colombian Neck Tie [radio version] Lyrics

There's something beautiful inside of my head, these pills mean to destroy it
If I keep taking these damn meds I might lose myself, I can't escape the torment

Xanny crew, Henny cup... snatched
Day ones liquored up, slay
Tell me how to make a mill, pardon, who they
They ain't have a dime to they name, who they
Hundred trips, hundred nights, whoa
Never cities, only light shows
Yeah I might go psycho tonight though
If I go, keep me in control
I was never like this back out East fam
Never thought I'd ball, all got to eat man
You can call me dog, say my chances are small
But should you piss me off imma show my teeth
So hey, whoa, please don't go
At least roll with me, I'm all alone
See me as human, my psyche be tweaking
If you gonna leave soon, please dude, let me know
Just where you're going
Tell me when you're ready
You know I got my reasons
I'll be packing plenty
I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Been waiting for this moment all my life
Been waiting for one chance to show my might
Been dreaming of this... but it don't feel right

Tell me where you're going
Tell me when you're ready
There's something beautiful
There's something beautiful
There's something beautiful
Inside of my head

How could you work so goddamn hard
Through the desert, to the moon and Mars
Take the paycheck reality stars
Breaker, breaker, don't lose me now
Feel the sand run right through my feet
Barstow trials so obsolete
When the real man tests, you must compete
The quest for fame became the disease
Judgement destroys possibilities
Judge each other to feel at ease
About ourselves- judge you, judge me
Just because, judge to make Mills meek
Took a little hit of 'e' now my mind ransacked
Take a little chance man, I ain't that bad
If I keep my distance from the latest fad
If I don't get rich, I won't impress dad
Yeah I'm a man, probably see me cry
For my art, die before I lie
Down with hoes, no beauty inside
Soul search down South 'til I hit my stride
Latina chica wants to be my wife
We bump them white lines, f*ck 'til sunshines
Tongue down her throat- Colombian neck tie
I am not a monster because I get high
Searching for myself, don't know my birthday
Apollo cloning facts, I'm back like vertebrates
Only get along with friends of enemies
Only sing a song if I benefit mentally
Only share a toast at the breakfast table
Only write rhythms to worship
I heard it's practice what you preach Disguise rap as a speech
And if the record sells, hell, say it's worth it