FLOATING (15:45)

Street sweeping Weak wannabes See these bleed See me then you don't Just wanna hope that you was joking Poking fun like rolling thunder Forget you fungus fingers Silly singers singing Unknown lyrics Can't even spit a single hit that was written unwittingly no hits at this bitch Switch clips let fire with bars equipped to rip this shit into bits slipped in crippled creeps loose lip splat nothing but a blip Top of the tip Winging it Mingin critics spilling it Now you're shitting it scared of a diss hit incase it splits your wig Shine bright like a flashlight but you ain't that.Now your in my past life this moment I'm holding its golden I'm rolling I'm zoneing ya know that I thought this one was coasting no boasting n sick of you seeing me then ghosting I treasure u more than the jewel in the ocean,but that you already know Chan I said bare times, I wonder if you was paying attention I shed tons of love care attention affection n emotion worried or upset I notice n try n devote myself to the problem n squash this with minimum justice just know this flow Chan can be like a boat in the ocean1 holding ArthnChan that ryhme or poet.whatever y…ou wanna call it was poetry in motion