#Bare Air Tunel

Best street best tight beat bam meets where hot wet DMs, in an erray of mms's cross "crisp shard rock" msgs yea, ya hah gonna get those"round here", word plays staying in the slums somewhere I got to go but dnos, which, bare air tunnel, the bunch of unaware GS go in, throwing, out faster, lyrics sit there ark up, fronting, what there trying to master I've lost standards in, should up a simple smile, or simply move toward larger feelings damn, than amongst a wallet full of green confetti probably, shouldnt leave, I guess, when sliced up back ways Ill always just be, braking infront, a lunch break bursts out, quick orange the bust they sorta worshipping not working out, which end of TDE come to mind type a scene, when slaving away in NY to the new fire, free that bunch and 45 the loose guy can come through with any good pay, the refrigeration mechanic dude too, or his first hand man, plans to pay me out of pure input, anyways yea, accolades they condense and cool slower than facts, put the gat away, please, Phillip no disrespect, any better than yall stop them growing motives wouldn't hop out relaxed, breathe, but look fit, out back, first, so I covered them its show biz, in bits, of hope and glimmer, click which wak wall rapper decides to grow hemp, figure