A-Rodge - Hold On Lyrics

I've got notions so unknown and
They're my potions for a poem
Flowin oceans in my dome that
Froze commotion to its bones
No erosion of my own
Cause I'm emotionally grown
And have promotions to uphold
I hit my quotient time to go

A-Rodge comin back with the boom bap
Hey Rodge man I like it how you do that
Do that city on the map like the paper in the back pack
Got them screamin out like who that
Ooh vibin on the good good feelin like I
Should should, got em feelin like
Ooh sippin on that cold one peelin like I
Stole one holy like an old nun hold on

Ooh, sounding like a riot so you probably think I'm radical
Or have an aptitude for fanatical attitudes
But I'm a nice guy keep it super casual
We're sympatico might take a break I'm on sabbatical
Ooh, keepin it grammatical and practical
It's what you do like using capitals for capitols
Tactical in gaining more fans I'm talkin per capita
I feel like an encyclopedia call me Britannica
Ooh, blooming like I am botanical
Deliver deliberate lyrics mechanical
Ooh, follow my instincts I'm animal
Breeding developments this is a seminal
Ugh, hear that
Lackin life I don't fear that
Back in up I don't steer that
Near wack head on a swivel like meercat meercat

Ay, Rodge comin back with the boom bap
Hey, Rodge man I like it how you do that
Ooh, city on the map like the paper in the back pack
Got them screamin out like who that
Ooh vibin on the good good feelin like I
Should should, got em feelin like
Ooh sippin on that cold one peelin like I
Stole one holy like an old nun hold on

Oh, no typo let's kick it like Tai Bo
Oh, gettin big ain't talkin lipo
Oh, first in first out that's a FIFO
Directing every song so yea I am a maestro
Ooh, opposite of micro so I might go
Psycho walkin on a tight rope but the
Beat is on fire I'm pyro no hydro
I'm flyer and higher than Spyro
Never conform to be normal I'm formal
In fact keep it super hella cordial
Hold a door for wifey adorin and kiss her
Call my mom in law to say I miss her
Ring on em Lassed up
Skillin on em past luck
Cruisin got the mast up
Boi you got me Gassed up

Rodge comin back with the boom bap
Hey Rodge man I like it how you do that
Do that, city on the map like the paper in the back pack
Got them screamin out like who that
Ooh vibin on the good good feelin like I
Should should, got em feelin like
Ooh sippin on a cold one peelin like I
Stole one holy like an old nun hold on