Rotation Lyrics

I'm on my grind til I reach my final destination

The way I rhyme is like a crime and now it's on probation

I'm fly because I'm from the birthplace of aviation

My mind is spinning heavy like a vinyl in rotation

I'm flyer than a pilot named Raven on a spaceship

Intergalactic's how I travel when I'm on vacation

I trail when I move like I'm Neo in the matrix

My crews a zoo bunch of animals just throwing ape shit

Close your mouth or I'll pull it out and I'll let you taste it

Well done, nice job, now your fuckin face drip

You're lookin cute in my goop guess I didn't fake it

Covered in my dna boogers looking basic

From your friends you hide the truth you tellum you were wasted

Besides my dick, what's the point what was I just saying

No really someone tell me what the point is I was making

Hoes into house wife's some bitches ain't worth saving

Made that mistake before my wife and nope I won't do that again

I'm as sure of that as they are of Christ in the Vatican

Hold my balls when I walk you can call that traveling

Im getting thrown in floating in the air like a javelin

Cuz I had a drink and didn't stop til I spoke in mandarin

Stiff and pale white shit I'm frozen like a mannequin

Woke up lying to myself like I won't do that again

Then what the fuck I go and do yup I went did that again

These fucking beats from Evil Dirk got me on some other shit

Played Its Delicious for my mom and it made my mother sick

Doing donuts in my UFO fucking up the mothership

All I think about is aliens, drugs and fuckin what's her tits

Her head in my lap, and I'm making her gag

Tears down her face and I know she ain't sad

Switch the position hit her from the back

She making it clap while I'm slapping ass

How it all start she walked in with a mask

Collar on her neck and I hand her the cash

Her girlie walked in and that shit made me gasp

A double blowjob that ends with a blast

So I guess that you could say there were sexual relations

And bitches walking to the bathroom with some painted faces

The coldest fucking beat and I ain't even say shit

Just boobies, booze, hangovers and something about a spaceship

And I'm on my grind til I reach my final destination

The way I rhyme is like a crime and now it's on probation

I'm fly because I'm from the birthplace of aviation

My mind is spinning heavy like a vinyl in rotation