Too Good - Spose

My name remain famous from my observations

Climbing out the dark to leave a mark has been my inclination

Never been a guy to sympathize with indecision

That’s how you get played everywhere like you’re in syndication

Been known to bed it 'til I get it to a single digit

Spill my brain into the drain and do it over syncopation

I keep 'em guessing so they question like an inquisition

Pine tree emoji, fist emoji, that’s my symbolism

Isn’t it a miracle a lyrical rapper

Could get love in the era of Future and Young Thug?

I hit it (hit it) raw, like Kurt’s voice on Nirvana

Unplugged (down) now I’m watching Mickey Mouse Club (club)

House on my couch, then I work a long night

Run a out route, catch it, touchdown, Gronk, spike (touchdown)

I almost dropped the ball, that would be a sad sight

Trying to manage rap life, coincide with dad-life (ayup)

You kept your dreams up in the closet like a Maglite

While I came up from the bottom, kind of like stalagmites (Wells, Maine)

I made enough in twenty-one-five

To stay many-blunts high with my Beans untied 'til July?

But why when my people need saving?

Spizzle scribble fire pages 'til you’re making higher wages (ayup)

Man, sometimes I doubt myself (other)

Other times I’m all about myself

But the good outweigh the bad

Plus I’m all I ever had, so even if it make you mad

Sometimes I think my shit is too good

My girl’s too bad

This beat too hard

My money too

My whip too skrrt

My rhymes too hot

My dreams too big

Feel like I’m 2Pac

My shit is too good

My girl’s too bad (come on)

This beat is too hard

My money too (ayup)

My whip too skrrt

My rhymes too hot (Spizzy)

My dreams too big

Feel like I’m 2Pac

I remember bumping «22 Two’s» when I was 22

Feel like I could do any fucking thing that I wanted to

It took a couple seconds, took some second chances

But now I’m on the throne, my robe is a checkered flannel

I was too short, didn’t have two chains

Out in Too York City, man, but I’m too Maine

My girl a genius, she giving two brains

We’re watching Jeopardy and then we’re bumping Wu-Tang

Coming for that W

If you follow along, then that shit’ll befuddle you

What’s the world coming to?

They’re giving props to another dude, but I’m better (woo)

Sometimes I think my shit is too good

My girl’s too bad (tell 'em)

This beat too hard (get it)

My money too (uh)

My whip too skrrt (yeah)

My rhymes too hot (whip it)

My dreams too big (hot)

Feel like I’m 2Pac

Sometimes I think my shit is too good

My girl’s too bad (ayup)

This beat is too hard (get it)

My money too (hard)

My whip too skrrt (yeah)

My rhymes too hot

My dreams too big

Feel like I’m 2Pac

Feeling like the one, check it, one two, email come through

God.Damn.Chan laced me with another beat to run through

Open the attachment, drop it into Logic

Activate the microphone, then write the verse to the topic

Spread the rhyme scheme like cream cheese on a bagel

Bounce the stems to Wyman, then he mix it at The Halo

Put it out, people tweeting at me all of their reactions

Then I get direct deposit, buy a car off my rappin' (skrrt)

Sometimes I wonder when my luck runs out

Because tens of thousands buy my album when it does come out

I drop one, wait a couple months, then bust one out

Consistent with my product, man, they trust it now

I’m the goat, but other times a black sheep

What I feel today I might not have felt last week

And just when I think that I’m shit like an outhouse

Spizzy at the buzzer from downtown!

Damn I think I’m

Too good

My girl’s too bad

This beat too hard

My money too

My whip too skrrt

My rhymes too hot

My dreams too big

Feel like I’m 2Pac (or B.I.G.)

Sometimes I think my shit is too good

My girl’s too bad (heh)

This beat is too hard (come on)

My money too (yeah)

My whip too skrrt

My rhymes too hot

My dreams too big (skrrt)

Feel like I’m 2Pac

Ahh, feel like I’m 2Pac, Kanye, John Lennon

I don’t got the answers, boy, I’ll just keep on guessin' (you might not make it)

I’m not scared of being wrong

I’m scared of never trying, never getting on

And on my lawn, I get buried sort of like a Manilow (a Manilow)

I’ll take you back to college, I was smoking out a cantaloupe (a cantaloupe)

I was a Fruit Loop, probably holding two cans

I’m like a different color, I’m another hue, man

If you think about it, I’m another you, man

Got my dues all paid, let me through, damn (they want a new life)

Some people wait too long for a new life

I’m not waiting for it, need it tonight (need that shit tonight)

'Cause it’s been too long, it’s too wrong

Every two songs is hot as Tucson (I think it is fish)

I think it’s fishy like a Tuna

That I haven’t blown like a tuba (I was flipping through)

'Cause I was flipping through my iTunes yesterday on my computer (wooo)

Sometimes I think my shit is too good

My girl’s too bad (ha)

This beat too hard (come on)

My money too (yeah)

My whip too skrrt

My rhymes too hot (yeah)

My dreams too big (skrrt)

Feel like I’m 2Pac (ayup)