ZEN (feat. Yelawolf) - Mickey Factz

Maximum, like you’re looking at the Sun

Or looking like that’s the one

I’m the greatest, look at my skin you can find the matrix

Almost fall down like I just fainted

But I’m on my feet, you fall in lifted toilet seat

Man I’m pissed, can be shitted on when I’m speak

Your girlfriend put it and make it fit

And you can’t get it on cause you thick

And that’s my type computer love baby

That’s my side when I return, put it on my tab

I’ll make it shift and put it on your ass

Right click, wireless mouse, got the wrong Mickey

That ain’t my house, we ain’t at disney

We here!

Ey, we fly, kiss some girls that come along

And then, we ride

Watch the star shine up in the air, so high

That you can feel the breeze

Of a plain go by, Ok, alright

Fabulous, I’m a start not no asterisk

Got a car that is fast as shit (slow it down)

What comes around, always goes around

And if she comes around (she's going down)

Bungee jump her till we on the ground

But, but, but when it snap back

We all on track, like a Wu-Tang rap

Stacks on deck, blues ways black

But you ain’t wrecked, cause you ain’t Factz

No, fair, so I suggest you don’t go there

Been around the world and I don’t care

How 'bout you going no where?

It’s up to you to get it going

So I suggest you get to going

Even put wings on a Lamborghini

Homie tell me then would you keep fly?

If you put wings on a Pinto

Tell me kinfolk, could you get by?

See I done took a monkey wrench

And turned it into a platinum, plated

Diamond tool, and I promise

You can try to rob me

I put that monkey wrench on you

Man it’s like I got oil on my shoes

Snitching the grass when I moonwalk through

Chicka-chicka ahh, on the moon I groove

On the sun like I saw the flare in a polar bear coat

But somehow man I still cool

What it is, what it ain’t, what it do

It does anything, put me to use

First like a baby, put it to school

Please to meet you baby, maybe now we can become friends

Come to the south again, watch babies in the hood

Seeing whole world in it’s hands

I’m a man, trunk full of sand and when I die

I’mma roll in a caravan

Full of Chevy’s and Cadillac’s

And all of my tests with a cup of red wine in my hand