Thus Far - Hi-Rez

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Rez

Thanks for listening to me thus far

Thus

Who the fuck says thus?

Uh, uh, bigger and brighter things look

Check it

Yo, yo, yo

My boy Nick told me give a shit, Sobers have a funeral

Roses, graves and a coffin

Black clothing man it’s so beautiful

Making music daily never stuck up in the cubicle

Nervous as fuck, biting my nails down to the cuticles

Fuck the game up, busting out the semen

I’m a demon, I’m fiending to get to beating these beats

Till they fucking screaming

In class I was sleeping, I was dreaming

Fantasising of my penis inside Serena and Venus but

Huh?

Pants wet then I wake up

Momma told me to shape up, bullies told me to pay up

But I was concerned with music and getting my cake up

Used to not have friends but now in the halls they say wait up!

Uh, but I guess it’s just the success

Bring hoes who blow me off, not the same hoes I’m texting

Shows every weekend, microphone testing

Everybody Google me type in the next best thing

Yeah, I’m not Mac Miller believe me

Champion on the mic, find me on a box of weenies

I dare you to compare me to Mac, I’ll take a PC

And shove it in your ass until you’re spitting out your faeces

Uh, and if that don’t stop the comparisons

I’ma take every MC and just embarrass them

Every fan was staring and watching me whilst I carry them

To the cemetery I’ma motherfucking bury them

Uh, but enough of all this violent shit

I’m kicking back with a joint and a Heine Fuck!

Uh, I can’t spit it again

I’ma grind until I die or on Twitter I trend

You wanna learn to spit, rewind it back and listen again

Get a couple of notebooks and like five or six pens

But just know I can’t be copied when the mic’s in my hand

I said just know I can’t be copied when the mic’s in my hand so look

Uh, man at this point I’m just rambling

I got a date with destiny but she don’t feel like answering

I don’t know how much longer I can go without this counselling

She’s the reason that I smoke until I look like I speak mandarin

Uh, and that probably sounded racist

But for my future sake let me apologise to Asians

I want a taste of good life, this one I’m eating’s tasteless

And my mumma’s a nurse but unlike her I ain’t got patients

Uh, so hurry up it’s an emergency

Since them days in my nursery I was ripping it verbally

Personally, spitting these metaphors and hyperboles

I suggest you get your ears checked if you ain’t heard of me

Because I do it perfectly, the furthest from your average teen

Maybe that explains why all these sexy ladies adding me

Asking «Can you rap for me?»

but they just used to laugh at me

I’m not a rapper, better call me an artist painting this masterpiece

Uh

I’m always on my fucking grind

A Walk To Remember

Remember that shit

What’s up

I’m out

Bitch!