Intro:
Im wakin up
Wakin, im wakin up aye
Im wakin up
im wakin up on a lazy saturday aye
wakin up on a lazy saturday
scotch on the rocks sip for the taste
fuck rap, reruns all day
vcr, vinyl, and cassette tapes

Verse 1:
In this spaceship practicing 10x gravity
Meditating stars and clouds for my sanity
Only rapper rappin about space cause I'm, clausterphobic
Mind over matter cause I'm
Lost in a, sunken place
Trynna get out but armitage on my brain
Crew socks nike slides
Jetlagg on a lazy saturday
Yo! Mtv raps with some fruity pebbles and we straight
Don't forget the Mallow
Shells to protect myself, Armadillo
Heaven and Hell, that's earth in a nutshell
Woke up 5AM for Legends Of The Hidden Temple
Mom naggin all day
Can I finish a sentence?
Talked back so they called me dyslexic
All That running fuck raps bring it back
Take away what we cherished
Same fuckin references I just did it better
Same fuckin elements I just molded better
Just Wanna follow the five foot assassins legacy
Same Height, Different style we lyrical entities
Guy on the road clappin for no reason so the fool gazed me

Hook:
Wakin up on a lazy saturday
Scotch on the rocks sip for the taste
Fuck rap reruns all day
vcr, vinyl, and cassette tapes aye 2x

Verse 2 :
Cassette tapes with the preamp layed
Wafflecone Microphone
The hotter I spit the lighter the grip
Makin cream naturally slip
Watch it melt to my wrist
I got these bars tickin prisoners wonderin what I did to
Deserve these dimensions
Die men shunned from this sentence
Graves be grateful to recieve no jets
I keep millenials checked
from this Pen-sion
Milky flow made the arms wave right and left from this sea-son
Cops be yelling freeze to the fool who speaks
Fainted from the breath of his teeth
Yeah, I really gotta brush 'em
Chemically activated called up Bunsen
Fired up straight from the flask no match
They gas, relyin on me for their cars to start rollin
In streets contented with this bucket of heap
As they pass to, impress with german automobiles
Fee-Fa-Fo-Fum still kick it in fields
Need I more funds just to get dollar meals?
Please, no politics Mr. Jet
Already got enough problems from these so called vets
Every line I scribble makin lyricists upset
How can I be better if they already the best?
Gotta switch it up now, I be to predictable
Cokeheads intense when they listen tinheads
and these lines be forgettable
Sleazy geezers sniffin speakers askin this poetic preacher if they burning?
Nope, just vinyl poppin.
Now Peter Griffin a genius compared to these peeps nowadays
I'mma shut up and let this beat catch my fade