Walkin

87 was Boeing pots crack from heavenly father whipped it slim on these chances rose from a crack in the road oiled it bet it drop floor my life like it's coak on rope be balancing breath when i stroke know that's holes in the boat sanumee like a killing a whale screateing a nigga flow i swivel shift on the coak a missile i shift on the Coast i hold it case feads on the cost my dice in the draw i know they hate me the flow spit like toad sacreating the flow the paine from the rose when it closed i tatted my tears no mo felt pain but i feel it no mo felt death but I'm thinking hoes change cloth's and go sell me some blow