[Chorus: x2]
I've made up my mind for a lifetime
I've made up my mind for a lifetime


[Verse 1:]
Bring in the verse and let's go

I think I've gotta be the most indecisive person I know
That incident I can't forget about in Paris, France
I spent seven hours pickin' out a pair of pants

I'm just a rapper, a !@$( child
But sometimes, I think my brain is on backwards
After a while, I'll finally come to a decision or two

It's kinda funny what a 90/20 vision'll do
Like this one time, I must've set the time
One hour too late, woke up at a quarter to 8

I had to be at work in fifteen
But it takes me forty-five minutes just to get clean
After showerin' another half-an-hour when

I iron a shirt, you've gotta try it, it works
I'm tryin' to find an excuse to not go to work, but instead
I swallowed my pride and got out of bed

Funky as hell

[Chorus x2]


[Verse 2:]
Now I'm at my baby mom's house

If this chick gets to actin' crazy, I'm out
Kinda mad another ^!$$% treats her better than I did
But I'm here to see my kid

Me and Zoe playin' patty-cake
I put her to sleep, and now I'm wantin' something to eat
So I'm in the kitchen lookin' for a plate

I look up and my baby mama's standin' in the doorway
She said, "Danny boy, we can do it your way
Give it to me daddy, I don't even need the foreplay"

Now I COULD smash potatoes and leave
But she'd be calling me for weeks
And I wouldn't be able to breathe

All I want is mashed potatoes and greens
Apple juice, where the cups at?
Shorty grabbed my !@*%, panties fell down to the floor

Ahhh, $#&@ it; just listen out for the door
Man, pass me a towel


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[Verse 3:]

D. Swain, and I'm back as
The phat trackmaker, for paper
I would razor-blade your black $$#

But don't think for a second that I'm clueless
Just because I'm inconclusive, get a clue (*##$
But before I let you go, true story:

I was rockin' at this show and everyone was rootin' for me
But this one guy was booin' at the top of his lungs
Being rude and obnoxious, son

So I finish my set, walk off the stage and I get
The same lame ^!$$% in my face, making a threat
He said go back to the Gap, because my flow was wack

And my beats are trash, what kind of critique is that?
A bad decision would've meant I had to listen to him
But if I did then I'd be missin' music

It's been a year to the day that I took that chance
I made up my mind to rap and I ain't look back since
Yo that's real talk man


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