joey

got the volocoty im in a sprial im in denial i gotta mile to go i ran a 100 i keept it 101 i got a gun i been shot one im down to to win but not lose my soul ima stay howling even if they continue fouling bowing down aint my thing im bowling usain bolting charged up sparked and lit im gone in a flash just did a zig zag call it the dash i got fast cash i mash the button and continue the massacure my vision obscured i need binoculars im afar from secular i got the altar got the molotov jesus is said to have had ive olive skin mine isnt dont plan to be either im not the savior i have bad behaviour no reason to point a finger plus its rude or they say okay i get it I'm a stray im not lost but what will it cost to find myself im on a shelf im no elf i dont got reputation to uphold you do it for the show i do it for dough im so cold. im in disorder. gotta organize tryna neutralize bout to fluuder losing bludder im cutter ripped as shit ficing my engine im off medicine this is my sedement im the sution this is solvent gotta invent i aint conserned im discerning im dickhead to the lussycats but duck it im dumping i got shit poppin im ricking to the beat i got on my cleats i real came from shit ima product of ut im hard as concrete