Vic Mensa - Welcome To Innanet Lyrics
[Intro]Good morning VietnamI'd like to welcome everybody to the INNANETTune in, log on[Verse 1]I think I fell off the bed as a kid and I hit my headMaybe was 'bout 10 first time that I tied Makayla up and they walked inWelcome to INNANET, where to begin?Might as well start at the tip top, give me a moment I'm runnin' from timeSeems like I'm tied to the clock as it tick-tocksTippin' the metropolitan axis in which I exist it's a trip to imagineImagine that which I inflict when I flip on the beatI'm an artist, no need for a canvasCampin' the van at the local campusWhat do you mean he not there yet?Hair-brained adolescent ass on the airwavesPullin' to your city with my niggas in the caravan, ridin'Like do or die, ain't this some shitVolume on 10 turn my shit up, they fist go pump like pistol gripThat Vic he stay up in some shitSometimes it's hard to let go of itI be so high I be in orbitShe already courted me kinda cordially cornered meSo I stick her on the bumper like coexistThat's another one, give the drummer someIn this case I guess that's meWho made the track? You can just ask meI be on some next shitWonder why niggas still don't really respect itWhen I spit that unexpectedThoughts from the mind of the greater collectiveSubconsciously copy me, niggas just can't help itSo many good ideas, why be selfish?It seems like you can sing the blues all you wantBut they don't really love you 'til you ElvisTil the labels shelfin' your album, Lord help 'emThe hellbent one way train to fame with fake friends depends on the outcomePick it up quick, my shit too hotWhat gets you hype what turns you odd?Obviously optimism isn't really my business, I'll beg your pardonMe and my niggas in the party and we get it startedI'll start the engine and the pendulum swingsI'm in a race of time to try and find a peace of mind of mineA walking stan to the departedOr hardly go and they don't know I think I wanna stopIt's somebody make a nigga wanna keep goin'I'm goin' out of my head, I think I wanna dieI don't love myself, I bet the feds love me moreHad 'em and the minutes keep comin' with the rewardLet 'em get a village of the crack sinners and the blackFinna hit the backhand and tapped into the Internet introCan it be all so simple?Seems my weed bag gettin' thin, my pocket hold no scratchI ponder if apocalypse comin' to hold me backBut baby if you love me let me take you where it's uglyTo the place where no one comes, now we're standin' up and above meMy Lord, no no no noI done seen demons[Outro]Tap into my frequencyTap into my frequencyTap into my frequencyTap into my frequencyTap into my frequencyTap into my frequencyTap into my frequencyTap into my frequency
