Wholly Fazed

It's the west-side days

Living blazed

Eyes glazed

Look at me laid back lazed

It's Cyrus the Great, the ever late

Fully straight, at the rate I generate pay day

Slay anyway don't fuck with my ways

Nowadays I embrace the chase at a pace

That speaks grace upon disgrace feel the bass upon ya face

Raise the stakes, shift the plates create quakes hit the brakes

Fuck these snakes, they never bothered me anyways

Gotta better mates, better associates, feel the resonate

Head straight don't hesitate forget your fate rest are fake

I'm just another advocate in the masquerade they call life

Fighting ways through strife wit the blade an knife

Fighting for the afterlife find me with the wildlife

Strike the lord of flies clean slice i don't apologize

For my ways living hazed for the rest of my days

With an empty gaze I see space fully crazy

Maybe shady with the fresh energy

Ain't thirsty for the sprees just want the ladies dropping panties

Spreading peace with the ease of a sneeze