One More

As of September 14th, I am 4 months sober. I had originally written this song for the One More contest, but unfortunately the county had other plans 🤷🏻 Fresh outta jail with some fresh drip in the form of an ankle monitor, all that means is I'll have even more time to do this. Music to my ears 🤘🏻🔥 ... Lyrics: Just a motherfucker known for his indulgement   every flavor that he fancies getting rolled into cones Since Before the middle school era  Swear been running fools errands  Im Bycicling through the snow for a few grams  plug with no bags, I gotta carry with both hands I had to ditch my bike and yo it got stolen man  They've been telling me ones too many but a thousands not enough No Sniffing the white girl  The Powderpuffs can't power up  I don't do well in silence  I hope my sound is tough  I changed it up with waves  And yo the tide had took me in  My skins a glass door   yo I see you peakin in No secrecy with me soon as you see me reach the pen  Weekend plans the same  Man I'm writing everyday  From sunrise to sunset I'm filling every page  12 gauge spray  I'm Not afraid of anything  I don't catch fades I'm the quarterback on the stage  You chump change rappers ain't equipped for this chess game  Im smoking squares like a cigarette box no silophane  And yea I'm feeling strange   I'm feeling forces that feel deranged  They're steering my course into a fork in the road  And cheer my name  But no matter the path I take Its leading me back through the maze  Right to the place that I had started from it drives me crazy  Sicker than hell inside of my head this fields my element  Im just a fire bender, burnt out intelligence  God I love this feeling, I just need it one more time  Another lyric another song and one more rhyme  Hi there I am Ryan and I'm just an addict I need to make another hit I swear ive gotta have it man! ( x2 ) Finally tapped in  These writtens showin   That the kids evolved into something greater than he was before  The roads been long  N yo I know that I've done  A lot of damage to a couple unfortunate son of a guns I've always indulged in a lot of dysfunctional acts Collateral damage, never factored in when he making plans  See that devil taking his hand ?  Always walking a lonely path  Yo His eyes are always hungry for something more but he can't  Describe what he wants Steppin in sync with his circling thoughts  Its like he was some creaking wood the way the people always walk on him trynna crawl to the top But yo the weight of the world has him bottoming out Wishing upon a star that his hardship, wasnt for naught Another wasted breath  But yo I taste success  Feeling a chilling sensation when the punchlines K.Os them Bringing the color back into my life with some Crayola crayons  holding seances hopin that my spirits may come back Wondering if I really got that spark ignition  The copy cat artists are crawling the charts  They force my hand  Holster flaps unbuttoned  Went from smoking crack in public to choreographing these raps  That could crack a crew to crumbs I don't think you under Stand  what the fuck I am! Carrying sickness in each limb my fingertips sniffling  Ligaments always tend to rip your face off  Like a bath salt sniffer im acting bizarre just a tad off different mannn God I love this feeling, I just need it one more time  Another lyric another song and one more rhyme  Hi there I am Ryan and I'm just an addict I need to make another hit I swear ive gotta have it man ( x2 ) ... So glad to be back 🤘🏻 Love y'all