Smoke some weed to cap the night
So I can calm my nerves so I don’t have to fight
Way to handsome right, fly romantic type
What suits me better, action camera lights
What you talkin’ bout, what you rappin’ like
Word to Granny Smith, yeah the apple ripe
And the sample spliced, yeah the Lackner’s nice
And the black is bright, under candle light
Flippin words since Vanna White
Got a Wheel of Fortune, mad appetite
We gonna jam tonight, my right hand to write
Make some time to rest, understand this life
We gonna ahhh tonight, hardcore hardcore
Da me beso por favor mi amor
Don’t get caught up in the hype and the applause
Not gonna show my ass just to see your drawers
I can have it or not, either or

Do it for emotional response, do it for emotional response

The other day I was looking at the backs of my hands
And I’ll be damned if I didn’t recognize what I saw
Nose to the grindstone, I’ve been working, and, man,
All my knuckles are busted and my fingers are raw
In public, I pocket ‘em, so I guess I understand
If you assume from a distance and think you know it all
But I would reconsider that entirely, man,
You say you hustle but your hustle has slowed to a crawl
Too busy nitpicking and bitching about a laundry list
Of shit you shouldn’t have concerned yourself with from the jump
You’ll never admit that you’re bitter and brittle, buddy,
You better look inward or you’ll forever be labeled a chump
Figured I’d mention it while the engine in revving
The hammer stay hot and the hammer stay present
The wheels start spinning wherever the road veers
And I’m through putting bullshit in my ears
Live and learn, let it go, bring it back
Wait your turn, when it’s time, then attack
Simple as that…

Do it for emotional response

Do it for emotional response of the vine
I keep my feelings locked inside the vault bae you lying
It's brutal like a physical assault no denying
It's sexy when you do your little walk you're the finest
Specimen known to man specified every plan, that I got for you cause you was special then, only when
I realized that you was politickin' and lickin' every little chicken you felt was worthy of dickin' you slippin'
And you wanna force my hands (Hans) like solo
Man, now the trip to France is a no go
But, yes indeedy ol' D done got on her greedy a bevy of Sugar Daddies and all I do is roll beedies
They never seein' my titties, just show em' a little pitty
Then get the stack, bring the money back to my piggy bank, Ricky Lake, why the fuck you tryna talk my ear off GOSH! You do it for emotional response
From Moi, but muah

Signing off, au revoir

You get satisfaction by getting a reaction outta me
You get satisfaction by getting a reaction outta me

Do it for emotional response, outta me
Do it for emotional response, outta me
Do it for emotional response