A Rappy Song

Verse 1: Correct me if I'm wrong Is this a rappin' song? But I got tooken' ticking I bail him over And well I choose to say A sun pack in my bag I'm drinking all the sunshine, with tea And beds are messy And all my words Are shot up in your face I'll waste a few, I'll give a few And then, I spill softly Verse 2: I go from hotel to the car And to the club and sing my song And hopefully I look and chat and, She looks pretty So my car is in That's the reason I wasn't in My career (rl-rl-rl-rl) will still come again, and, I hope you like us