Meade - Low IQ Rap Song

I was good but
Um
But
Um

I was worried I would rap dumb
Thinking that never turned raps to captions
Making raps will always grab reactions
Rauri raps yeah thats dad reacts son

If you grew up for five minutes
You could see
You ain't time for time off dog uh
Time's ticking
Hands go fly fishing
Get in the Y position
And they roll over while the wines sitting

Spill like wine dripping
Spill your mind within
4 to 5 easy lines where the rhyme fits in
Piece of mind missing
Take a slice with it
I'm rapping in the kitchen
We baking pie bitches
We whipping infinite
Like Mario Kart 8
My friends all wanna play
I'm making em rage
I beat em with the bike
Now they don't wanna play
I tell em
Okay I'm good for no games

L O V E
We can't play that shit
L O V E
Bruh
L O V E
Nah
L O V E

We can't play shit
I don't say shit
I used to beat kids with bey blades in play pins
We bought the plastic tin we laid graves in
And lost the parts to carts we'd make days with

Oh so we all got lied to?
In high school
I might hit you
With a haiku
"Bright like a light bulb
Nightly drive in the drive through
Wine wife a waifu"
Little note i might type you

Your the type to call types
And type tight too
Emoji and italic vaporwave type types you
Sailor moon tattoo
Bright white nikes too
Despite how long you had em
Your nikes really like you

You could say its out of spite
I'm spiked nice too
I'm jelly for a jam
That got produced in a nice room
You don't even need to tell me that they like you
I'm so nice, I make moves at my iTunes

L O V E
Come over here
L O V E
I look cute as fuck
L O-
OH MY GOD I'M SO SICK OF HIM
L O V E

Written by:
Meade Morrison

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