Pre-Occupied

Jon Bellion

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    Wu-Tang raised me, Death Cab changed me
    You should go and ask Rihanna if the pen game's crazy
    My artistry is everything, that's my baby
    But when it comes to publishing, it's fuck you, pay me
    Don't be mad cause that records that you cut sound lazy
    And everything I'm cooking, sounding nuts like rabies (uh)
    I hate rappers, please don't call me

    Give me urinal suggestions like please don't stall me
    Don't play for me, I'll be yawning
    How I'm doing pop melodies and you sound corny
    Now everybody trying to hang around like awnings
    Me and my people linking in the park like crawling
    Things seem Rocky, Drago, Ivan
    No cash, broke bad, so damn Heisen-
    Berg, check the chemistry, I found this hybrid
    It's Dilla in the pocket but it's so Paul Simon
    It took a little while for your mind to find it
    But once you see the genius it's intimidating, isn't it?

    Uh, isn't it? Uh, isn't it?
    Uh, isn't it? Uh, isn't it?
    Took a little while for your mind to find it
    But once you saw the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it?
    Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

    They told me that my attention span aligns
    Somewhat with the child or a fly, yeah
    They didn't understand that I saw signs
    Hearing things but now they realize
    That the woman that I prayed for became my wife
    And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life
    I figured out there's money in my mind
    I'm glad I lived my life preoccupied

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    You need to get that bag out my face
    God made me a full-blown genius
    What the fuck I need coke for?
    Outkast raised me, Lupe changed me
    Now I do things with words to make you lames praise me
    Whether Liu Kang or Luke James or Usain maybe
    Feeling flyer than a jet son, I'm oh so Spacely
    Now everybody clueless, how the flow so crazy
    Got me dashing with an actress, lookin' oh so Stacey

    I hate rappers and I really mean it
    Trying to ball with the kid will get you sunned like Phoenix
    Rather ball you up, feather and tarred
    Until you're harder than sparring with
    Mayweather with leather Spaldings
    This is my calling, so I answer it with bars, but not for services
    For hurting any person verses me
    I've been rhyming since nurseries

    Third degree burns, emerge from the furnace, get close to me
    While I'm roasting one of these pigs, my flow is rotisserie
    It's a pity that all these hoes slipping out of their hosiery
    Get a hold of me, I slip through their fingers like Rosaries
    Been waiting for you to find it, so I leave it where it's supposed to be
    Cause once you see the genius, it's intimidating isn't it?

    Isn't it? Isn't it?
    Took a little while for your mind to find it
    But once you see the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it?
    Isn't it? Isn't it?

    They told me that my attention span aligns
    Somewhat with the child or a fly, yeah
    They didn't understand that I saw signs
    Hearing things but now they realize
    That the woman that I prayed for became my wife
    And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life
    I figured out there's money in my mind
    I'm glad I lived my life preoccupied

    You need to get that bag out my face
    God made me a full-blown genius
    What the fuck I need coke for?

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