Twisted Off This Dranky
DJ Lucas
And I can’t switch up like I’m Ray Allen on the Heat
You know my roots concrete
And I can shoot from deep
This why they call me Birdman you know from that 413
Them sneakers got tortured (DJ)
Got some new ones at Orchard
Used to drive out to Boston just to feel a lil’ important
This is way way before shit
This is when I used to be mid town just like something corporate
This is when I used to think I’d live to say where The Doors did
Yeah I’m Jim Morrison crazy
Fuck with me you playin’ (ha!)
Everyone getting so fucking twisted on this dranky
Ballerina blanket I don’t care if they hate it
One day they gonna thank me
And they don’t know I’m banksy
And I come crazy baby
(I’m Banksy. The gig is up man I’m Banksy)
