Really Sorry

Yo yo yo, uh
 Just call me back
 Frontside Crooked on the flat bar
 Lines in my head flash past like a fast car
 Autobahn speed break the dial on speedometer
 Too many miles cracked a smile for odometer
 Whippin' in a rental car from Avis
 Trumpet on my arm call me Kilometres Davis
 I F your whole A-list
 Skipped the whole playlist
 Rock a beat faceless, but the patience of a sage is
 Safe to say, I played the game, I'm over it
 Flavoring ways will waste away your ownership
 Copy-paste your haste then come up short again
 It pays to know your place, I'm in the audience
 As I flip a Tom penny into a wishing well
 Arto be starry as I'm Geoff to kiss and tell
 Uh, I'm Salabanzi with the Ponzi scheme
 You couldn't rattle off names from a radder team
 A dope lad but I'm not from the PJs
 Laying with your lady in an Appleyard
 BJs for days, casted as the room for for the DJs
 Blast the trade bomb and Los Angeles raise
 Uh, Ali Boulala Land
 25 stairs, I ain't lying out in France
 Feeling on the handrail, lying in some vomit
 Cats claiming they grinding, in reality they're grommets, honest
 I am really sorry for my contents
 I'm traumas with the offense as you trauma with your comments
 I hit clips from a minute like Cerezini
 Shouts to Bones and Biggie, eating toast with my linguini
 Uh, I'm Johnny Rotten with the monologue
 An antichrist with the ambience, only joking
 I'm only smoking just on occasion
 But rest assured when I'm Tokyo, I'm looking Asian
 Viet-nah, I'm only playing
 You're Beijing, color that is aging like raisin
 Raising the flat bar just a notch
 She's just a crush looking for some crotch, why not?
 I be like Roger Klotz the way I bully with you big in the past tense
 Lines over my head looking like back in the days
 Racking up plays but remained underground
 Hogs stay in the plains that were mazed, and I'll say it again
 Sorry, mushroom graphic on my board, face foggy
 Fourth place, probably
 Back when Spitfire was a hobby with the bearings
 Now I spit fire, it's apparent
 I give a new definition to airy
 Glifberg in the bowl with the piff burm, learning to transfer
 Independent with my credits
 Subtle balance, watching wheels turn over granite
 I'm moving mountains now that Lance is understanded
 I'm the new-school old-school level two rampant
 Rebel caused champion
 Bevel gloss stamping
 Never used hands on the meaning of my landing
 I grip tapes and pass sticks after shows
 It's the only way I know to show the pros I understand shit
 Fast playing, while the competition's boneless
 Now that's how you flip a beat, shout out to Bones Swiss