im surgical yet crazy with the hands pockets full of bands living life but i don't think u understand see it took me a while but im the man move silent creating a new plan remember them days i was caught in a jam preying to god he help me stand watching for the laws while the others just ran real work forever grinding by these hands turn up with the team and socialize about old sayings missing all the loved ones gone wondering when he gone call me home no matter the weather i gotta move on this chill vibe not. a sad song no brakes call me al capone hit a three like curry im gone top flight feeling of that dope straight gas guarantee to make u choke