Lyrics Coping Mechanism (Outro) - King Kontoh

KING KING KING, KING!

Boy I'm one and done
These girls don't know what I'm on
I'll school yo' ass then i'm gone like Black Michael Zoey 101
I chopped this chick with ease
I was flying overseas
Her nose wide open but she finds it hard to breathe
Chilling with her all day, morning to the eve
And I swear she such a tease
Had me begging on my knees
But now we butt ass naked, I'll be Adam and she Eve
She gave me what I wanted so I had to tell her peace
I was swimming in that thang, now I'm sea sick
Know about her body parts like an old school thesis
Remember when they told me King Kontoh wouldn't be shit
So what they show me fake support I'm telling them to keep it
Keep it
Damn, I'm such a Don
I played her some Trey Songz
I'm long distance but pussy make Usain Bolt get the bronze
I mean, I came up short pun intended
Yuh, if I said it I meant it, all the flows I invented
Not to mention all the time invested
Got a recipe I can tell you how it goes
Follow the deceased you'll hear whispers from a ghost
I believe, in the power to appease
Anybody that oppose
It's something different I'll propose
I'll be geeked and I'll eat I suppose
And me from the beat is like an egg white from the yolk
Or me mama from the yop... ye, from the yop

Let me get it back
Took your shawty to west ed
And she gave a confession
And I was kinda hungry so you know her cudi just got digested
I used to never wanna be involved, now I wanna ball
Had to cut a couple niggas off
And like I be working in a drive thru at a fast food well it's no shit a nigga had the sauce

You know, Tell you something I do know
All you niggas is putos
Spanish chick with a magic ass Alex Russo

Couple things I do to cope (ahhhhh)
I pray it doesn't taint my soul

Being sane in insane place
Mere truth splattered in ordained phrases
A bit contagious
So I plan to let it go
My foot is right up in that door
Down to go toe to toe just so all you niggas know
Couple things I do to cope
Pray it doesn't taint my soul
But I relax knowing doe
Ain't my primary goal
So i'ma hold on to my hope
For the days I'm feeling low
Because the one thing to be certain is the future will be known
And like the winter (winner) in my city, I'm predicting I'll be cold
I'll be Cold
(Like the winter in my city I'll be cold)
(With my gloves on and everything nigga, YA EH?)