TROPICANA

Recorded my whole first tape on the phone

Home in the studio all damn night, mixin' up beats till they feel just right

Then start burnin' through the pages with my pen

Runnin' outa Bic's quicker then I loose my friends

Yeah life is pretty complex, when you're always searching new concepts

I'm an accomplice to the failure with my exes, I'm neglect as a person

But I'm learnin' and I'm workin' to be better under pressure

And more clever when you enter

I'll stretch the, fabric of reality

Casually I'm, absent from our galaxy and leavin' the beat with some sort of battery

I'll backflip off a ladder into hazards while on acid

Then leave you all dependent on my antics, yeah I'm an manic for semantics