Gortons Video (MV)

I spit like I talk, so don't expect negativity
I talk like I spit, so f*ck off with that energy
Running your thoughts, you're bound to make frienemies
Counting y'all off, and you know I got ten of these
Better make it twenty including my toes
Missing me is like spaghetti when it's missing the O's
Craving on some Gorton's when the fish in the froze
Shop refrigerated aisles when my bankroll is low
Nothings live yet, I ain't performing no shows
Digital prose, yeah I got plenty of those
My daddy he disowned me 'cause I wear my sister's clothes
He caught me in the bathroom with a pair of pantyhose
But that's the Cheech and the Chong, I done bleached out my bong
Now I reach for a song when what they're teaching seems wrong
And now you're singing along, with what I'm bringing it on
I make it seem like premium like when the Ocean went blonde
You're getting pushed like a pawn, you're f*cking bush league, I'm not
I drop the kush from the pulp but I'm still losing some sleep
With these hours I keep, I smell the flowers in beats
I leap above all the bullshit avoiding dour and deep
I need to scour and clean, chainmail for iron to eats
Shoutout to Genius when these lyrics get devoured to pieces
Releases the wolves, I've been rollin' in the deep
Since two thousand and eleven turned my back on the sheep

Time is on my side
My soul is dead but this beat is live
I got nowhere to hide
But in my head when I close my eyes
Time is on my side
My soul is dead but this beat is live
I got nowhere to hide
But in my head when I close my eyes

Yeah I finish what I start got these rocks on my heart
Yeah things fall apart yeah its pullin me apart
Yeah go on let it play yeah I'm in my own way
Yeah go on let it play yeah I'm in my own way
Petty cash get it fast time will pass on my ass
Serving sass like a lass with a sash up on stage
Getting played on the radio babe what can I say
Where's the hate, where's the love, not below, not above
Not too sane, as of late, yeah you are what you ate
Sometimes I am what I hate, getting more and more irate
In my head in this space, soul is dead passed away
I'll get it back when I fly away I'll get it back when I fly away

Time is on my side
My soul is dead but this beat is live
I got nowhere to hide
But in my head when I close my eyes
Time is on my side
My soul is dead but this beat is live
I got nowhere to hide
But in my head when I close my eyes