Jack Be - Comatose

Back in my bag like Marry Poppins
Bro hit me said find a topic
Use some common logic
Spit hypnotic
Smoke the chronic
Act like a prophet
So I can count the profit
I got these bitches topless
Asking bout my wallet
When I pull it out
These bitches outta pocket
Pow on my wrist like a fucking comic
Marcellus Wallace my life a closed case
Found my home base
Wrote the whole page
Smoke your whole wage
My lungs need a doctor
Dr Dre I need ms and ms
So training day I work on my pen
I shit on them like flatulence
I'm in your head psycho analysis
Can't steal my drip like dialysis
Adding digits like calculus
Calculate my every move
With everything I do
I got shit to prove
Verified my own life checks approved
They tell me that they coming for my soul
They been sleeping on me comatose
So when I'm on the road I do the most
I'm addicted to the money diagnosed
They tell me that they coming for my soul
They been sleeping on me comatose
So when I'm on the road I do the most
I'm addicted to the money diagnosed
Everybody raise a glass and give a toast
I'm the bad muh fucker I'm the ghost
Bitch I'm Danny phantom when I'm wearing gold
Bitch I'm Danny tanner and this house is full
This a game of thrones on a throne of swords
These boys still on they mamas porch
I jumped off the porch into a Porsche
I live like a Honda on my own accord
Said fuck a 4 door copped a 2 seater
Ride with my bitch in the glove is a heater
Pull up the floorboards
Roll up and pour more
Hop on my high horse
Tape out your contour
Divide them conquer
Return to the force
Like a trip to Endor
Do you know what you in for
I'm in for the glory
Gave em origin story
Mixed my potpourri
I'm smoking on gas
Chasing euphoria
Till I'm victorious
I'm in my bag
My heat crematorium
I must be Morpheus
Way they sleeping on me its inglorious
Get the DeLorean, back to the future
Call my producer, grab the computer
Gather my shooters, I'm Freddy Krueger
A dream to achieve all I need for the green
But the nightmares will haunt you until you succeed
I'm the monster that's hiding the wolf dressed like sheep
They tell me that they coming for my soul
They been sleeping on me comatose
So when I'm on the road I do the most
I'm addicted to the money diagnosed
They tell me that they coming for my soul
They been sleeping on me comatose
So when I'm on the road I do the most
I'm addicted to the money diagnosed
What's your motivation
What's your motivation
Bitch I'm motivated

Written by:
Jacob Shive

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