Chef Mal - State of Mind Lyrics

Lately I just feel amazing
Feeling like I gained the patience
Putting up with imitations
Stepping up my flow and cadence
Take a breath an hear my graces
Level up I want a spaceship
Close your eyes an now you famous
Now the earth don't seem so spacious

Swerving on the road man my eyes are too low
I can't see the stripes cause they covered in snow
Holding on my phone writing lyrics on the go
My dictation off so I'm losing all control

I'm dictionary marinated
Serenade these words off pages
Sexing on my orchestration
F*ck my form got fornicated

Breaking out my lyricism
Prisoner inside a prism
Now I just keep making music
Hope that you just press an listen

I'm loving the talking you do when you walking
Pull lies out yah pocket while standing not walking
You get what I'm saying, I'm saying you cheap
And the talk that you talk is just nothing to me

I'm flicking my bic, I'm burning down trees
I'm holding my dick while Im sipping my tea
I'll keep making music, I put out for free
I'll keep on a cooking to stack all my cheese

I keep waking up I'm rapping this bitch
I Reach in my jar I grab me a pinch
I'm getting too high I need me a fifth
I'm tired of cooking I need me to quit

Chef on the left but f*ck all the press
They tryna divide us creating a mess
They splitting us up but united we stand
As Us the United, against the man

I'm dictionary marinated
Serenade these words off pages
Sexing on my orchestration
F*ck my form got fornicated

Breaking out my lyricism
Prisoner inside a prism
Now I just keep making music
Hope that you just press an listen

I'm clocking in, I need that check
I'll probably work until my death
Then I stop, take a breath
I've got my family, I'm so blessed

I lay in bed, I wait for morning
Everyday it seems like choring
Uncle Sam he takes my check
He Start these wars we still in debt

The little things we walk on by
Are things we miss the most inside
I take advantage of the light
Then I reminisce the shine

I'm riding in my spaceship
I think of all the faces
I try to make some space
But I think that they are chasing

I'm cooking up in nasty ways
Here's a spoonful have a taste
I'm serving music to your plates
Now put yah headphones on an rage

I'm crushing up a couple pills I wear my problems on my sleeve
Then I roll a couple zone-ahs melatonin me to sleep

Rolling up, all my stress
Light it up, leave my chest
Throw one up, live yah best
Take a shot without the vest
Kamikaze f*ck the mess
Ass so fat body blessed
Love those curves in summer dress
The things I say you think are jest

I'm dictionary marinated
Serenade these words off pages
Sexing on my orchestration
F*ck my form got fornicated

Breaking out my lyricism
Prisoner inside a prism
Now I just keep making music
Hope that you just press an listen

I'm dictionary marinated
Serenade these words off pages
Sexing on my orchestration
F*ck my form got fornicated

Breaking out my lyricism
Prisoner inside a prism
Now I just keep making music
Hope that you just press an listen