S.0.R

I have my Adidas laced up bars in the kitchen imma about to spit them up new car I was wishing I had go out and get it to many decisions in this game we call life I'm not sim but my visions panned for the night we gotta go get it right dont wanna look over my shoulder so my trapping days are over the streets are still watching the streets are still talking I'll never turn my back but I'm never going back old memories, New Me, New Fade trying to make it through day cant wait to clock out, that's an ongoing phase hit the pillow, an knock out, be amazed no time to cook, carry out, like I'm blazed on my way home, slowly drifting away rubbing her body, soft shoulder, I awake I am not loving that's traffic today driving back home stuck streets of rage her greeting enlightens me