Heavy Headed Video (MV)

Biscuit in the sofa, crocodile slippers
Butter on the table, white wine spritzer

Sometimes I overdo it, so I gotta do it over
I ain't worried that I'm slurrin'
Swear I sound stupid sober
"Slow your roll," they told me
'Fore I said, "Get out my f*ckin' face"
All-drum DJ set the only time I pump the breaks
You're a poser, now jam it in your head
More like a forum poster, just hangin' by a thread
I compose a beat and throw it to who handle it the best
Never tied down to a track, I ain't no damsel in distress

I chef it nice when my hand up on her breast (Whoa)
You wildin'
I'm chefin' chicken sammies for the guests (Oh)
Tout le temps, tudo bom tudo bane
Mad croissants, how we do every day
Many flames
Y'all wanna be different, but y'all all the same
Want my name
But mi no sé comment parler Anglais

Pen Ultimate, I love this song
When the drums hit, I always feel like there's nothing wrong
I'm heavy-headed 'til it's comin' on
Then the weight is lifted off my shoulders, and the struggle's gone
Pen Ultimate, I love this song
When the drums hit, I always feel like there's nothing wrong
I'm heavy-headed 'til it's comin' on
Then the weight is lifted off my shoulders, and the struggle's gone

Two Vicodins, one spliff, six Rolling Rocks
Mm, it's f*ckin' just right, that's Goldilocks
Graduated to the best greenery from moldy crops
Now I'm always locked to be holding stock, I opened shop
Told my doc, "I'm having nightmares of the menial"
I sweat the small things, so my music is remedial
The microphone my therapist, the record is the mirror
The drugs are the lens through which it all appears clearer

Veni, vidi, vici
My rhymes Christina Reach-y
Bikini Pichi Pichi
Greedy want all me sashimi

Retweet me
But you don't know the meaning, covfefe
Go apeshit if you lyin' like I'm tryna be Rafiki
What does this button do?
I f*ck with you like Dee Dee
Then sire the fire, bitch, I conspire with Khaleesi

It's too easy
To Eclipse you, Mitsubishi
But don't try to meet me
I'm on the lamb like it's tzatziki

Pen Ultimate, I love this song
When the drums hit, I always feel like there's nothing wrong
I'm heavy-headed 'til it's comin' on
Then the weight is lifted off my shoulders, and the struggle's gone
Pen Ultimate, I love this song
When the drums hit, I always feel like there's nothing wrong
I'm heavy-headed 'til it's comin' on
Then the weight is lifted off my shoulders, and the struggle's gone

Yeah, there's never not something wrong
That's my grass, get these damn kids up off my lawn
Healthy competition? It's more like the Octagon
Where heads would rock a soccer mom for some Dom Pérignon

No pills, no powders
I don't f*ck with the sugar
But get blessed soon as I stepped in like I touched the mezuzah
Woulda, shoulda, coulda
Got a mansion out in Calabasas
With an ounce of grass as sour as some malic acid

Out in Tallahassee disconnecting me medulla
Oblongata, I got a brewski for Tunechi in the cooler
Hot mamas' ta-ta's, side empanadas
Shorties always say, "Can I get on a track?"
Nah, ma

Yo, Hard Knocks my alma mater
There's no such thing as "no," you just gotta battle harder
Up in the thieves den, it's Ali Baba on a tab of blotter
Wear the brain damage on my sleeve like a badge of honor

Pen Ultimate, I love this song
When the drums hit, I always feel like there's nothing wrong
I'm heavy-headed 'til it's comin' on
Then the weight is lifted off my shoulders, and the struggle's gone