Let me hop in this
I'm blasting off like Rocket-ships
A fully blown introvert with A Dash of A confidence
I'm not sure If It's true, It's just A hypothesis
I'm so full of doubt but I try to be an optimist
Lean back and just bop to this
A simple beat
Made by yours truly
I cook this heat
Then I script the lyrics like A movie
I'm Moody
And I range from being goofy to gloomy
Man I'm too clean
I make sure my stuff's always groovy
Like a mystery machine
In the late 60s
My bars would've made Velma scream jinkies
It's a Saturday morning let me talk cartoons sheesh
Get out of my sight and go ghost please
I'm in my own universe
Spitting so damn diverse
I could spit upside down
Or even in reverse
Let me disperse
All my emotions
No longer try to hold them
And watch my stresses finally get eroded
I just wanna write and have fun
I just need my beats no one
KC - Saturday Morning Lyrics
KC - Saturday Morning Lyrics
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Let me hop in this
I'm blasting off like Rocket-ships
A fully blown introvert with A Dash of A confidence
I'm not sure If It's true, It's just A hypothesis
I'm so full of doubt but I try to be an optimist
Lean back and just bop to this
A simple beat
Made by yours truly
I cook this heat
Then I script the lyrics like A movie
I'm Moody
And I range from being goofy to gloomy
Man I'm too clean
I make sure my stuff's always groovy
Like a mystery machine
In the late 60s
My bars would've made Velma scream jinkies
It's a Saturday morning let me talk cartoons sheesh
Get out of my sight and go ghost please
I'm in my own universe
Spitting so damn diverse
I could spit upside down
Or even in reverse
Let me disperse
All my emotions
No longer try to hold them
And watch my stresses finally get eroded
I just wanna write and have fun
I just need my beats no one
I'm blasting off like Rocket-ships
A fully blown introvert with A Dash of A confidence
I'm not sure If It's true, It's just A hypothesis
I'm so full of doubt but I try to be an optimist
Lean back and just bop to this
A simple beat
Made by yours truly
I cook this heat
Then I script the lyrics like A movie
I'm Moody
And I range from being goofy to gloomy
Man I'm too clean
I make sure my stuff's always groovy
Like a mystery machine
In the late 60s
My bars would've made Velma scream jinkies
It's a Saturday morning let me talk cartoons sheesh
Get out of my sight and go ghost please
I'm in my own universe
Spitting so damn diverse
I could spit upside down
Or even in reverse
Let me disperse
All my emotions
No longer try to hold them
And watch my stresses finally get eroded
I just wanna write and have fun
I just need my beats no one
Writer: Kevin Chavez
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