JUDAHMAJESKY - BEDSHEET Lyrics

I'm a certified band maker, know it's me
I remember throwing a hamburger in the open sea
Jewish as it gets, never learned about the holy three
Wonder what the top looks like, I'll slowly see
I done caught about 200 plays up at the waffle house
Rapping in the booth, wait for them to bring the waffles out
I'm a 10 out of 10, like somebody brought the quaffle out
Luka on my feet, shoes I'm wearing got a lot of bounce
If I got a bar in my head, I'ma jot it down
Punching myself in, if the engineer is not around. I remember 2017, tryna spot a clown
At the doctor's office wearing a Balenciaga gown
When I finally make it, I know I'ma see a lot of frowns
Ask about my semi-auto, that shit got a lot of rounds
If I make it out, I'll free the dogs from a lot of pounds
Tripping over beats a while ago, I think I got it now
Yeah, I think I got it now
Let me stop
Where the hell did the beat go
Let's go back in
I'm at Wegmans buying fruit
I remember being in a plane, I'm out here flying through
Walk a mile in my VVS, you need some giant shoes
I don't care about your boyfriend, I know he's a tiny dude
I don't have no one around me, but I'll never buy a crew
I don't care if I'll never be seen as fly to you
Inciting shit on 7th Ave, we upped and brought a riot through
Rap a verse with me, brother, you can barely tie your shoe
Looking for a secret, but I think I finally knew