Mickey MauSe - Mickey Factz

Poor mans drive, rich mans plot

We all can’t ride when the kick stand drops

All black sky, wristband watch

My thoughts track time till the second hand stops

The zone I’m in, alone with friends

I’m cold, like the patron within

My soul is froze to those that been

My foes and chose to hope I sin

I broke the pen, hard with the ink

I hope to win, draw till I faint

I brought all the paint, sellebrate everyday

Call up the saints, Walk in the bank

Take out a loan, buy me a home

I wanna own land, fuck having stones

All on ya neck and arms to show

King tut was robbed for those

And he was younger than all my bro’s

So why we blinded by thoughts of gold

And diamonds

And chains

I’m tired of lames

Who try to be what they ain’t but surprisingly, we’re all kings

It’s like the same thing, you know, it’s coming from the streets.

It’s what the people are into, so everybody can get down to the beat

Watch what I drew

Not what I spew

Ima triangle on top with a view

All seeing eye, loft with a roof

Working outside, drop cloth on the stoop

24−7, every other second

Living thru hell, but he can draw heaven

Night life living, scoring all women

Anything goes when its no more limits

I’m hanging with Pollack, Warhol chilling

Its all authentic

Yall all with it

Champagne spilling, yep ya boy did it

Let it drip

Let it rip

Wet paper, settlement

F haters, eat a dick

I’m sellebrating, where the chicks?

I want to take em, make em wasted, tape em

No exaggeration

My fascination is women congradulations

We young!

Come with me to door number 3 ima show you what she won

A ton of me a bunch of drinks, every night like a rerun

We ain’t even begun

To see fun

Until now

Mickey MauSe

Mickey MauSe

Mickey MauSe

Mickey MauSe

Yes

No stress

Did it right, going left

Meet me, at coat check

Ill be there in no less

Than 4 sec’s, if these chickens are boneless

Talking no sex…

What you mean girl?

& You ain’t know that I’m so fetch?

Doggystyle, I go fetch

We talking now, what’s next

Its morning now, I’m walking out

Let’s get salmon croquette’s

Scrambled eggs so fresh

And the toast we got is so french

Haaa

That’s right…

Do it all day, see you tonight

We back, don’t leave

Ain’t no tricks up my sleeve

Only chicks on my team

And when they sniff, they can’t breathe

That’s me, I’m live

Mickey Mause with a five

Grace Jones at my side

Question marks in my eyes

Surprise, I’m here

'88 was the year

A pair of Jordans was rare

Don’t step on those, stay clear

Hah, this is me

Back in the party, I feel so free

Shades is on, look at me

Look at me, look at me, hah!

Yeah