Carter Wilson - Total Celebration Lyrics

I go Muhammad Ali
I go Muhammad Ali
Promise I got what I need
Why would I lie
Why would I leave
I don't know how to be brief
I'm about to swing
I don't know how to be safe
Only know how to be great that's a relief
Showing my teeth
She wanna piece, she wanna taste
Wanna release, wanna relate
I'm burning the base, turning the cheek
Running in place
Blunt to the face for the peace
Up and away with the cape
Please don't be calling my phone
I'm probably falling asleep
AKA bitch I'm awake c'est la vie, oui
Rinse and repeat
You're in my world, piss on the seat
Oui, want a receipt
Flush 'em, budget is weak
Puzzle been missing a piece but I put it together eventually
How do I know
I said bitch is it fish in the sea
Look at my wrist, mission complete
Revenge is sweet
Talk to the devil like bitch do not intervene
I go Muhammad Ali
I go Muhammad Ali
I'm getting head in the car
Word to the source
I am at one with the Force
My rain on permanent pour
My fever hundred four
I do not f*ck with you boys
Play with the blade like a toy
You wasn't part of the plot
You ain't been blocking my noise
Nothing can humble me boy
Kompany Kompany boy
Both of my brothers employed and that shit is very important
We black in America still
Black in America still
Act like I carry a steal
Blacking at will like I be on various pills
But I be on point, I'm arrogant bitch
Been on my perilous shit
Yes I'm a beast I'm a bear in the mist
They probably preparing to kill me
Just like the coppers be killing civilians
All of my problems familiar
Told Ophelia I don't feel ya
Only feel your genitalia
I'm a villain but I'm brilliant baby
Riding round with no ceilings
Really about to pop a wheelie baby
Told myself stay resilient
Carter one in a billion
No wonder business is building
Carter one in a billion
Son of a Wilson and that's real shit
This big time, I need bigger doses
Split the swisher like the nigga Moses
Difficult to role model shit 'cause I ain't picking poses
I'm picking locks and if not I'm kick 'em open
So many f*cking vultures, so many missing moments
So many f*cking roaches, so many hints and omens
Hits and misses, I'm a skipping stoner
Flipping pigeons at anybody tryna look me over
Like a f*cking ledge when I get impulsive
I need bigger doses
Forklifting endorphins tryna shift emotion
Heartbeat like a little explosion
Love feel like a demolition
Please don't try to get to know me, I'm mister lonely
Most of my homies are ghosts
I'm holding my head as I measure my steps,
I rather be measuring coke but that doesn't pressure my soul
Told me to go get the bag, when I get a grip I'ma never let go
Promise I never let go, never look back
I let the evidence live
Lemme lessen my load
Ready my bowl
Ready my bowl
Ready my bowl
I feel like I done this before
I feel like I done this before
I go Muhammad Ali
Promise I got what you need
Why would I lie, why would I leave
I don't know how to be brief
I don't know how to be brief
I don't know how to be brief
I don't know how to be safe
I'm about to swing