Composure Lyrics

My mind is out of order

Trying to get rich just a bit kinda sorta

This life is a trip my bags zipped

I'm out the door ya

Onto bigger better things

Shit it was nice to know ya

I'm only getting older and

My rhymes are getting bolder

Working on myself yeah I gave up all the soda

Uh

Turning up the motor

Yeah living how I'm supposed to

And if anybody got something to say

I'll lose composure

I'm road trippin while they all snow sniffing

I go get it they telling me that I'm so different

Speeding off yeah not trying to crash

Getting dome with like eighty on the dash

I feel crazy off the hash

Then my lady rub my back

Cause the stress is hitting my chest

All I think about is cash

Cause I need more

So I can fill up like three floors

Without this green in my life

Im feeling like Eeyore

Running until my feet sore

Bitch I have to make it

Cause I'm looking at these rappers

Seems that even trash has made it

And I'm leading on a path

That these bastards haven't paved yet

And I feel a bit uncomfortable

Might have to add a blanket

Fuck the front we go around the back and

See the magic making

If you ain't heard of the kid

You must live where Patrick staying

I be stacking up my paper

And I'm racking up the haters

See you later alligator

If you don't fuck with the flavor

Ah

I'm feeling good and I'm righteous

Veering off the road to avoid another crisis

Blowing all your minds like a mine but no ISIS

Flying in the sky

Even though they said I'm flightless

Float like a butterfly

Sting like a bee

Oh wait what am I?

Free as can be

0 8 running

Im CJ the beast

I won't take all the shine

I'll leave a little piece

Leave a little for you

And a little for me

So we can both light this shit up

Man it is what it be

Have them all gripping they seats

Once they feeling the beat

They must feel like Dan Schneider

After feeling defeat

My mind is out of order

Trying to get rich just a bit kinda sorta

This life is a trip my bags zipped

I'm out the door ya

Onto bigger better things

Shit it was nice to know ya

I'm only getting older and

My rhymes are getting bolder

Working on myself yeah I gave up all the soda

Uh

Turning up the motor

Yeah living how I'm supposed to

And if anybody got something to say

I'll lose composure