Cereal (Prod. by Advlto)

full project: http://goodbreakfast.tumblr.com/ lyrics: hows life homie? its going cray cray not rich i still get a couple of pay days get some hugs on the first date blow some o’s on my birthday get some hoes as a gift and tequila shots from my fake friends I’ve been drifting on and off a couple blunts in my jacket ill celebrate till dawn you know my last name is party don’t put the music down see what u got from that girl now she got a nasty frown im on my Efron shit im going ape and shit if they don’t see me too bad they might have missed my bliss im going harder than bruce willis im dying with this and going raw as my dick when she said she don’t drink piss boo you whore - raw as my fist raw as my word and all comes out my mouth im superficial but i got a point for crying out loud can you please hear this soul, i got my life back where i wanted i regained control i wanna be the perfect teacher for your fucked up life and preach in order to be happy go say fuck a wife go make the most out of your every day, you’re still alive please try to love yourself in anyway, before you die the way you feel is yours its no one else so when you feel like shit you go and make your own analysis cause shrinks and pills will take you nowhere its hard to breath with no air release the choke and get a grip stop saying you’re bipolar the words you say and way you think affect your state and mind so won’t you peace yourself, inside your heart and start to smile it never used to be like this, but boy you’ll get it right the worlds the filthiest bitch you better fuck it from behind the way is the same and the music always in portrait we say we got a new hobby a hobby they’ll never forfeit from peeling all the bananas to learning to benihana hey yo im fucking demanding to be listened by Obama the message the same complaining the people never creating the lames will say that its fake the clever like me remaining lets face it, its my statement lets state this, product placement my face is all over the place and its only me, no replacements been a long time since i had a good fuck clever with lines, but the worst with good luck pretty clean no crime never will decline now respect the grind of a kid trying to make some hip hop dream of make it out to Hollywood like a kiddo born down Inglewood appreciate the money this ain’t the hood and if anyone can bitch, i know i could this ain’t gang related etcetera nor the rap from latin america just some issues making me hysterical from the depth of hell to your stereo make my lyrics while eating some cereal alpha the bits cause this shit good material it ain’t coincidence, its fucking serial collect all my raps like they’re memorabilia.