Secretly pass through, don’t brake your hinges

I’m from “Los Angeles” You don’t wear your Hat on your sleeve

The Hat’s not working Wearing too many of them

[Filling up my ego] Filling up my brain and stuff

My writing has been such a big part of my ego going down the street I need to get over that

Years and years of bullshitting I just needed a Doctor

I’m uptight because it’s going to cause you the migraine

Different stories They’re not reading the same minds

What’s your torched Lip on what those were perched?

If you were looking at a fast man’s machine where do you grace?