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seega - segues are weird (pound cake freestyle) lyrics

[verse 1]
in the car, sungl-ss on wayfaring
windows down, got the sh-tty sound system blaring
down the street, both feet, yeah i’m pedal pairing
stick shift, sick whip, got the ladies staring
i’m running errands, and scaring parents
blasting songs with potty words, got the mothers glaring
fitted wearing, i’m done caring
got your girl l1cking my pole like she double daring
what ever happened to the days where we ain’t have to do sh-t?
we could just get into our cars and then just go out cruising
those were the days that i’m a afraid that i’m forever losing
you know this life it chooses us, we don’t ever choose it
when i hop onto a beat you know that i abuse it
but i’m really a gentle giant, like i terry crews it
i try to put out sh-t to get the people grooving
but i’m taking a minute for myself, please excuse it
this rap sh-t is a game that we all want to play
some of us don’t make the squad, some of us here to stay
some of us are brand new and we just gotta pray
somebody notices and calls cause they think that we’re great
maybe i got here too late, maybe i jumped in too fast
maybe i’m way too c-cky trying to put these haters on blast
i don’t even have haters, gotta earn that sh-t
if they ain’t heard that sh-t, how they gonna spurn that sh-t?
but if they challenge me, best believe i burn that sh-t
i murk that sh-t, i eat, sleep and t-rd that sh-t
and turn that sh-t to something that’s enjoyable
even if this sh-t don’t make me any more employable
my mom would be like, “oh, okay, josh, that’s adorable
but this is why your education’s that much less affordable
this instead of homework makes it that much more deplorable
and listen to the words you say, that language is just horrible
is this really what you wanna do? i don’t think so
you won’t make hardly any money, please, you need to think, son
the choices that you’re making pushing me straight to the brink son
and i better not find out you’ve ever smoked or had a drink, son.”
i’m sorry mom i have and i ain’t died yet
it’s a surprise, yes, but honestly my brain hasn’t been fried yet
i haven’t gone completely out of my mind yet
or maybe i have…

- seega lyrics

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