Gyarados Lyrics

Okay..

Let the guys be my witness

I let colors fly on my litmus

Who am I but a big fish?

What if life was big phish?

Who am I but a big fish?

What if life was a big phish?

I guess that depends if the bait clicks

Please, don't fall for false log in screens

Like logs off trees that no-one seen

Or ever heard, am I rambling

Or can you see the string between these words that I serve

Serve the same purpose as the central nervous

Promise when I picked this shit up I was bumping Curtis

Before his third disc

Used to skip to Harvey to skip the Sunday service

Couldn't do the back to backs

That shit was a tax on the Psyche

Plus I was just a kid so my time was better spent

Walking round the corner for a Icee,

Try not to spill it on my white tee

Only worry was if she liked me

Or could I be the big fish?

Little pond, but it sink ships..

You a pawn, I got drip like I'm bishop

Donald Juan let these hoes be my witness

I let colors fly on my litmus

You only read tales never witness

You only read tales, niggas funny

Like red fox

Big bro snap headshots

Like we on Americas Next Top,

Wonder who's next up?

If ya Nextel chip sir, that's a birdwatch

On my word, I observed some absurd plots thicken

Got the pot sticking

I'm not really sure if its non-written

Not really sure its non-fiction

Once upon a time I used to wonder why

Then I realized that I had better uses of my time

Make humble pie when the living give me lemon lime

Don't know why I sat an apple with a clementine

They don't coincide

You a product, I'm a product but I don't comply

If there is a god he cursed me with a big heart

But blessed me with an open mind

But they learn you not to undermine,

And drill it in you like a dentist,

Nigga open wide.. hold the line

No advice.. double vice over ice

Got me feeling like the summertime