o.c.b.

Lyrics

, these are the only child blues, the only child blues, the only child who? yo yo yo, back once again, hello it's yo' favorite mellow schizo, the pavement on this yellow brick road, fuckin' up my mental, my mood just like the tempo, heartbeat, that instrumental, i never lack potential, every track is essential, every project is special, abundant and fundamental, give a fuck about hundreds, as long as it's for my mental, with wisdom from what i've been through, knowledge that some can't get to, understanding that college is only out for a nickel, it could all be so simple, tune it to the metronome, this how i used to feel back on the metro home, fresh outta class i knew these days, they wouldn't last, just a stepping stone i gotta pass, another story for the lap, but fuck it, give him glory when he crash, he gettin' revved up, heads up, and he's coming fast, he paved the lane before the cash, they tryna swerve me out of that, but i don't just got speed, nigga, i handle my ass, pedal to the gas, life is but a getaway dash, my mama stash guarded by my pen and pad, i'm drawin' weapons with the raps, you shoot, i shoot back no questions asked, raise your hands for the realest cat alive, the only child blues, the only child who? yo, and i remember sittin' in my room all alone, starring at my ceiling fan, getting in my zone, mama was never home, woke up one morning, papa was gone, young and lost so i ease my mind to popular songs, and of course i sold my mind to music, writing everything i thought, started openin' my mind, then i send in a broad, they don't know what my a sinnin' has caused, my third eye been blinking since, irv gotti been inc. and murder in stores, at least that's how irv gotta be thinking, if i'm takin' a loss and i'm better next week, and i'm never weaker, never sinking on the fucking deep end, any shit i missed i prolly peaked it, these are the only child blues, the only child who?, the only child blues, what, the only child blues, these are the only child who?, the only child blues, only child blues, ocb ocb, jo-vaughn clean your room, ocd ocd, i used to wanna be like odb odb, now i'm a rap star, omg omg, everything is perception, your perception of yourself or who you are is not what other people think that you are, so like for instance, you might say "i'm cool, i don't wear jewelry, i don't this, i don't that", you don't have to