Microphone – Nate Good

Still prefer to write alone
Captain in my Styrofoam
Just me and myself
And then my motherfucking microphone
Still prefer to write alone
Captain in my Styrofoam
Just me and myself
And then my
And then my

This my fucking microphone
And this my song
I got to do it right
For anyone who did me wrong
Yeah got that shit on lock down
I got that shit on lock down

Yeah
Thought this shit would be simple
I’m glad that it wasn’t
But now I got flows in an abundance
A bottle of Titos
A bad of some Funyuns
Late night in the studio bumping
Just want to do shit that I want to do
Get me a performance at Bonnaroo
This life is so beautiful isn’t it
As long as I take care of business
Bridges I’m burning
It’s bitter sweet
You are not worth of bitter Tweets
I’ve always been at the best on my own
Don’t you worry at all
I’m going to make it in time

Throw shade on me
Throw shade on me
Can’t dull my shine
Bitch hate on me
Bitch hate on me
Hoe I’ll be fine

Fuck with a mind
And nobody will follow
Got her on top
Like she singing Soprano
Slow it down baby
I like it legato
You’re boosting my confidence
Check my bifado
I hope that these bitches are jealous
I think that it’s good for my ego
I’m turning the life I live into a movie
And keeping them busy like Regal
For all of my people
Including the people
Who thought it’s impossible
Isn’t it comical
I went from atrocious to decent then to good
And now all of my shit is phenomenal
I’m worried about living my life
Like I give a fuck if you smile
The fact that you’re old and you’re angry
And don’t like my music’s the reason
I turn up the dial
Turn it up loud

This my fucking microphone
And this my song
I got to do it right
For anyone who did me wrong
Yeah got that shit on lock down
I got that shit on lock down

This my fucking microphone
And this my song
I got to do it right
For anyone who did me wrong
Yeah got that shit on lock down
I got that shit on lock down

Recorded that shit
I was hammered as fuck
Just having fun with it
Treat the beat like a pussy
And make it my mission to punish it
I been here working away
I keep losing track of the clock
Never been good with a schedule
It never arrive on the dot
But grown up a lot
I promise you
People can vouch
I’m an honest dude
I do what I got to do
Just like a lot of you
Life it has broken me down into molecules

But it break you down
Just to make you strong
You can take your time
Just don’t take too long

Yeah
This shit didn’t happen by accident
I keep getting sicker
I keep getting iller
I might go on tour with an ambulance
The top getting closer
I measure in tapes what I make
It’s a race hoe I run with it
Single and hope that it breaks
Till we’re raking in bread
And dividing the cake

Still prefer to write alone
Captain in my Styrofoam
Just me and myself
And then my motherfucking microphone
Still prefer to write alone
Captain in my Styrofoam
Just me and myself
And then my
And then my mother fucking microphone

And this my song
I got to do it right
For anyone who did me wrong
Yeah got that shit on lock down
I got that shit on lock down
This my fucking microphone
And this my song
I got to do it right
For anyone who did me wrong
Yeah got that shit on lock down
I got that shit on lock down