Lyrics: I’m tanking two-fours running up score fuck a Hail Mary and ya seems we got running backs, Cash flow a lil more digressions got me lacking on my sleep that don’t mean that I’ll give it back I’ll rock ya to ya core till ya ready to admit you got dreams and I love it when you stay on tracking I’ve seen it before fronting up a smile thinking it’s the key nerves keeping you from stating facts, Cant believe on what I passed on, But if putting on a show mean I gotta hit the road for a ransom I prefer a little heat than cold green over snow recommended in my living best life, You ain’t no about the things I’m keeping bedside, Didn’t wanna have to face off at the red line but you got me disoriented bout the good times, I might be gone tomorrow, Guess it’s time to spread word around I’m feeling sorta profound I ain’t living with rounds that are hallowed, Diving deep in my background you’ll see the ones I let down I’ll replenish the feelings I done borrowed Now they mad I’m making a sound not the kid from the town couldn’t think he would be the one to follow I done left em’ sort of astounded working out and well rounded I’ve been piecing my craft and my motto I’m sinking in your pores shit you never felt before didn’t know I could perform cause you took a nap, I’m one they can’t morph now they pressed about the torch and I’m staying inform every week in black, Who the one who made sure you stay on a detour to endure all the hits that keep paying stacks, You ain’t wanna back and forth you ain’t ready for the lord you just feel a little sore from a hunnid racks These-tweaks-won’t-come-free Fuck around and you gon’ see Disappointment when you find your girl fucking with the Three-rips-in-my-jeans I can only ever lease You can take her when she want you back cause she gonna I-don’t-aim-to-please Representing all of me You gon’ find out first hand soon enough What-was-meant-to-be Facing two ounces a week Repercussions of a broken heart shit ain’t for the weak The girl ain’t left the state now she flying overseas I didn’t bake a batch I’m the fucking recipe I done some shit before that I know you won’t believe when you wanna hear the rest I know that my cue to leave Hardest part of all is getting people to believe Only get a match when you give what they wanna see Part of looking back is checking if you gon’ repeat Then you hit the realization it was never what you need