K Bibbles - IDK

I don't know, man, I don't know
I woke up one day, drawn to flow
I had this dream so long ago
The rap game needs K Bibbles, yo

I've got no clue what I am even doing
But I know why it's what I'm pursuing
Word play's fun, I find it so amusing
Take my words and start the misconstruing
I don't know what people have been viewing
So misleading and confusing, reviews are skewed
And it's approving all the spewing
This ain't the type of screwing I want proven on a mood ring
It's the type of screwing that'll need lubing - glueing
NO
I don't know 'bout y'all but ain't nobody but me touchin' my asshole
"Exit Only" quote around my hole
Only me and TP goin' down that road... or a hoe
You know I don't mean a thot, I mean a bro
And not a bro in the sense of with a dick
Like, I'm talkin' 'bout a bitch, like a man, with the "wo"
Also
She better be a homie in the sense that she doesn't take it all emo-tion-al
We can talk about our feelings, obvio
But all of the time? Shawty gotsta go!

I don't know, man, I don't know
I woke up one day, drawn to flow
I had this dream so long ago
The rap game needs K Bibbles, yo

Please no more talkie, I need smoke
I'll toke gelato from my bowl
I'll drop some Lucy, that's my girl
Then pop some Mo, that's how I roll
Candy flipping, trippin' off a tab from a lab
And a rock with a lady's name - simping
Chin is grinning
Tiger in my blood, like a young Chuck Sheen, so I guess I'm winning
Clever spitting
Fitting what I can in, that's called willing
I'll be drowning in the pussy, but the boy still swimming
Just one night, I'll leave you limping
Quadriplegic from a damn good dicking
"Oh! How sickening! You should know words are a little bit crippling"
Not the best word choice, that's called slipping
When ya slip, that's tit, cuz it leaves me dripping - splash
But I won't go "drip, drip", that's that trash
When it ain't about the craft, only 'bout that cash
808's, some bass, ad libs, some ass
I could try to hold it back but the boy been brash

I don't know, man, I don't know
I woke up one day, drawn to flow
I had this dream so long ago
The rap game needs K Bibbles, yo

Kyle's dead, I threw him out
You're dealing with K Bibbles now
Laughter master, that is what I'm after
Let's talk range, that's only one of many chapters
Mixed in with disaster, and pockets gettin' fatter
Then cash slim fasted; I was always gettin' plastered
Mentally was scattered, when I cared, it didn't matter
I would rather speak my mind and that's why I became a rapper
No hook, no need, like Jay-Z, but less blacker
The cracker that's adapted to all types like I'm a hacker
Daggers - vocally, I'll stab ya, get ya whacked cuh
Capture all your final seconds streaming through the plasma

Written by:
Kyle Beebe

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