Stay Inspired - B. Dolan

They say what do ya think, B?

I said I don’t think

Call me when these young bucks

Old enough to drink

Balanced over the sink

Is how sick I am

Trying to keep my little cousins

Off Instagram

I’m trying to keep these little toys

Out my nephew’s mouth

He tried to play with my mic

I told him «Go sit down»

Cause I’m a shitty babysitter

Quick to fuck you & your kid up

I’ll slap him on the back

And give him whiskey till he hiccup

Oh

I know you think

I’d probably make a good dad

But the beard got you tripping

You don’t know me like that

I’m a bully

Ball buster

Fully grumpy

Cock sucker

Plus the prettiest narcissist

I got it from my mother

Perfect working example

Of your worst case scenario

This is my movie

You’re working to earn a cameo!

GoPro shaky hand

Panorama scope one man distribution

Jam it down your throat

Cause I’m a vehicle

No I’m a virus

No I’m a god damn

Monster of science

I’m on Facebook

I’m on fire

I try to do what I can

To stay inspired

So bury me at thirty-five thousand feet

I may be going down

But at least I’ll be upright in my seat!

These flashy pre-pubescents

With medallions in their necklace

I see them with their baggage

And their entourage at check-in

Bin-odd is my body guard

I’m laughing as I step in

I hope he’s going far

He certainly travels heavy

And privately

I bet he sweat the taxes and fees

You think you’re ballin'

But your breakfast

That’s your ass in the breeze

I’m absolutely fucking fabulous at

Smashing MCs

I’m on my Qs and my Ps

My penis free of disease

I’m in my Jesus year, Judas

Living crucifix-free

So you can hang out if you want

But don’t do it for me

Cause I’m a heathen

No I’m a tyrant

No I’m a pea-shooter

Aimed at Goliath

I check engines

I change tires

I try to do what I can

To stay inspired

We was down in North Carolina

Round this time last year

On a hardcore lineup

With Circle Takes the Square

The first time it happened

Was with Scroobius Pip

The PA blew a fuse

As soon as my bass hit

I’m facing a big room

Full of impatient kids

Unaided by the amps or the mic or the rig

Lot of your favorite rappers

Would have cancelled the gig

Held it down both times

Acapella, like «fuck this shit!

If they can’t give me a stage

I’m getting up on a chair!»

That’s all you

Really need to know about

My fucking career

The care less half listener class

Write it and read it

As fact

Either you keep

Or you trash, Ether

I’m breathing on tracks

We don’t retreat

Or look back

Sleep on my region

Dismiss a legion

I eat with the pack!

Clear the way, free up the pass

Before I put cleats

In your back

Creep with the beetles and rats

Roaches and creatures that last

Evil Kenevil of rap

Power to Buddy P

I holler «Peace»

And I leave them with that!