Now that I understand myself. I'm wanting to express myself as being someone that's out the box. I feel good about that so I'm moving on with my life.
Yeah boy, I’m out the box with this one.
Pack it up.
Grabbed some soul down in New Orleans
Put it all in a U-Haul truck.
I’m not gon wait for you to move
I’m on my way, I’m on my way
This feel like 100,000 on the dance floor
Like they just got Grinding instrumental and a cypher by the band door
Double major and it’s too much to handle,
Instead of making hits they continue to ramble.
Hmm, graph it out like SAMO
She’ll really think you’re cute if you push that Lambo
Melt real quick like a tea light candle,
Flex so much the song sound like Rambo.
The only thing bitter is how cold my verse is.
No competition so I guess it’s verses.
On the beat too, like “Damn that hearse big!”
- I killed it just in case you noticed.
My pen just notes wit from the hand I note with
Thinking right to left like a backwards notion.
They talking like coming up out the Rock is hopeless
I put my specks on and they’re lacking focus.
Dance with you like one last time
Meet me in the morning, meet me in the morning,
Cause I gotta move out. [Repeat]
This feel like Outkast, ‘fore they broke up
- Like you just went “Kwish” on a fresh can of soda
- it’s Friday night and ya friend just rolled up
- Hold up…had to break so I could roll up
So out the box, tell jack to wind up
My crowd gets live so the zombies they line up
- collect later on so the fame is in trust
The fans AA, counting steps, so sense us
I ain’t never cash a check from opinions.
Guess you better move like a minion, check ya own damn villians.
If I ever cross the line check ya own damn feelings,
Like a prostate check this is grown man business
Shit, what you know about dealing’
Say you cook rocks but ain’t never touch a skillet
That’s why I put some bounce over 808’s
Cause too many future rappers tryna sound like Drake.
- Damn, why everybody bummed out?
- Like you standing under bridges with your thumbs out
- lil longer when you carve your own route.
My account got umbrellas when you’re in that drought
Not to sound cocky, but my pants full of broccoli
Let ya talent get wasted like a shot full of sake
Rolling through the beat like I’m playing Kawasaki
They can act like I ain’t present but ain’t nan nigga stop me.
from Job Application,
track released April 1, 2016
Written by Terry L Johnson Jr. & Terrence E Johnson
Produced by WordPlay T.JAY