I’m running out of time I can’t see right

I’m running out of time I can’t see right I’m running out of frost I can’t lean right I’m all dusted ripping the best sac I’m all out There’s nothing just to see I’m still deep tryna breath Packing up until my eyes bleed I’m scratching the bowl until I can’t see Must be a nose bleed I’m in section 8 I’m in hell ripping a case I’m running like ugio No magic just do Water whipping till I see a few Jump the bridge and see graves I fly in like fire starts I walk off like the longest yard Ripping till I’m tippy towing Ripping by the river nearly snowing If it’s raining and it’s coming down Then my god I just smoked a crown I heard the jewels are sweet But I got real nose bleeds Dark seats I’m the rear mirror like a ghost Always head to toe like the quotes Maybe a to b C and three Pop out flames like old ski’s I hear the hunger in her hood I hear the thunder from my foot It’s coming down Let me see It’s coming down how can this be This was supposed to be My engines like g force But a real jet is all I need I hit that fuel like asthma I hit that thing like plasmas I take a breath and I think It’s Monday and there’s nothing Just my yard and my little friend But too bad that thing just went Wired up like toe to yo Running up Tokyo Running up I feel the haze as my face starts to pace I’m looking at the towers and waves Smoking the best fresh thought it was blowing Dang