Electronic Relaxtion

[Verse 1: GoldLink]

See I used to love this shit

More than I loved myself

I used to push for that bezzle

And run away from the cops

And pop pop pop at windshields

And bust you smooth off the block

I did this shit before PAC

And way before Drake wore Versac'

And no more rocks man I'm done

I'm done with dumb bottled rum

Run fast rabbit run run

I run away from this music industry shit til I die

Mothafuck you faggot niggas mothafuck you all, die

I fight for peace no more beefin'

Yo girl hear my voice she queefin'

And we change up like the seasons

As far as good music go

Cause I got four hundred fifty million rap styles I done flowed

And y'all got like six hundred and seventy million y'all stole

My flow is stupid and cold and fluka flow like I'm old

Did Joey sacrifice Steez, and Aaliyah wouldn't miss her plane

Would this shit just be different or no Beyonce or Jay?

Do I ask too many question to see how you feel inside?

[Hook]

Like, girl

Is easy to love me now?

You ain't talk to me before

Hayfield, the class whore

Bitch fuck with me I'm on top

Bitch I ain't gonna flop

Now make them panties drop

[Verse 2]

Droptop and see the city lights and drive to Gotham

I don't even use a Notebook, I ain't Ryan Gosling

I'm more 1964 Brooks Robinson

The MVP of MLB: the B'more hitta, bat and shit

Gimme a break kit kat and shit

Beat his ass and park the whip

Wop wop nigga wop nigga we on

Hear the backseat jump we on right now

God I need yo hand

Lead me to the rock

The promise land

'Cause I don't even know what to do

Real shit

I don't know what to do

I don't wanna fuck up

And don't wanna lose anything with you

So...um

Pray pray pray pray pray harder

Which art in heaven our father

If I die, like right now

Lord take care, of my girl Bri

And cut her friends, well not all. Uh. Er

Maybe some, shit

Start over

If a nigga die right before a nigga wake and I pray up to The Lord that my soul is my to take

Real nigga shit

I don't give a fuck

Fuck that beef

Real nigga shit, uh

Um ah um, yeah

I don't know what

But I flow so crazy

Oh my god, oh yeah yeah yeah

[Hook]

Girl

Is it easy to love me now?

'Caus you ain't fuck with me before

You a fuckin' ass whore

[Outro: Freak Nasty]

Put my hand up on yo' hip

When I dip, you dip, we dip

So c'mon baby, just Pop That P'

And watch Freak Nasty Throw that D, yeah

Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party

When them girls freak everybody

Those other girls, those other girls

The 2 Live girls make me so, me so

I had a girl doin' S & M

Marquis had a girl doin' her and him

Chinaman had 'em gettin' down low

And m' boy King T was bringin' three mo'

Come one come all if you can hang

But you gotta Move Somethin' and Do the Damn Thang

Clay D got the bottle and I got the blunt

2 Live, Freak Nasty, what's up!