BP, one random year
What the hell happened to the captain of the
Pop culture rap? Stop, bolster that
Creativity they call me epitome
Hank McCoy I’m dank enjoy
Go attack with noise on a track annoyed
Run it back your boy shall never ever look back
…..run through safari and book that

Cook that i’m addicted to rap
I’m addicted to packing the diction to pack
Backpack full of recording gear i’m a detour the hearsay
Never fear they for the years they didn’t do
I don’t fit the new but I do enjoy some, I don’t ignore son
More fun less depression I ain’t messin when i
Say I felt inadequate now i’m trafficking classics

Nick Foles while you getting Rickrolled
Watching Nick Kroll listening to Rick Rose
...Ross, call me Michael Scott
Bump me in your Sebring when you drop the top
In December remember I’m not a pretender
I’m just a white boy from a state that’s slender
Delaware to Philadelphia my buzz is like
Competitor to Eagles, I’m a veteran, amigo

Yo, this is what?
Do a rap at a park I don’t pass out a tip cup
Throwback like a starter parka that zipped up
Simba, Mike Ditka

Hype get the, wait, I don’t give a
Damn anymore if ya like me, hyphe
Girls wanna write me, whirl and invite me
Out to a bottomless brunch with some waffles and rum
Bacon and egg on a bun
BP back better savor the fun
Lazy I’m none, crazy on some
Nights when I write on the page and I punch

...Lines, i’m a go so divine
Rappers talk about how they poking a dime
But they broke not a dime, hope for the best
Beg for attention from the whole internet
Quote me and bet you can Cope with the stress
Heart broke down losing hope or depressed

BP wasn’t being creative
I was so inundated with my confidence fading
I was stopping my brain cause it clotted with pain
And non stop in the rain until it clog up the drain, gotta
Plunge it, punch it, punch in, rush in
Crushin, rushin, crutches, hush it
And don’t shake your fist at foes
Because you the only one that be in control, yo

New York City still with a dude so gritty
Like the mascot in Philly shout to Billy
Penn on the top a city…
Got my pen and I jot all the feelings...yo

Shout my dudes up in Delly
Shout to the bodega, new deli
With employee from New Delhi, who ready
Get the confetti, better man like I bump Eddie

Tom Petty cause I won’t back down
With a quote profound i’m a go broke now
I ain't talking cash and I ain't balking fast
I’m covered over the city like a parking pass
I’m gonna walk and laugh while you on the rooftop bar
Staring at your cell phone stumbling the hell home
Mic check one two and to the three
I don’t do it for the Gram man I’m doing it for me