Lyrics:
track for miles, looking for disease
Puzzled by the mountains, tricked by the sea
and the argus is practiced compassion
with an eye on you, as one is
the track for miles
Looking for disease
Puzzled by the mountains
Tricked by the sea
And the Argus is practiced compassion
With an eye on you, as one is
something
But you ain't really do it
Minus that by that 100 my picture was big
Stuck to the script
Theres witnesses to what daboy did yeah
Tell them from
Ghost interference
Blocking out satans demons
And tossing them to the clearance rack
Better pack, when Jordan hop on the track
I never lack bring the fire
Naked in midwinter magic
Lies an angel in the snow
The frozen figure crossed by tracks of wolves
An encounter symbolic yet truthful
With a hungry
to stop and think we get by
Find a nice place to sit and just vibe
Conscious relationship you and I
watching the world just drift... Just drift
I just like
RIP Gucci
East Columbus
Yellow on the track bitch
RIP Big Homie
Yellow on the Track
Ask About It Productions
Van Forever
Jamarion Forever
James Rd.
of your spending
Chained to smoking melatonin strains
Getting laced by the sandman
Getting laced by the sandman
Know what's coming for you
Rocky mountain
Your life has changed by the way that I walk,
Crucify me cause of the way that I talk.
Y’all hate when I say that I’m repping New York,
I’ve Been
machine to speak my mind
Tracks like fitted hats, pick a beat my size
Energizing, on the darkest streets I shine
Saw the light up on the mountain
Over the mountains, down by the creek side
Each our of our boots has tread
Imagined valleys
the seasons
But this a different climate
As long as we breathing
No mountains tall enough, we can climb it
We take it step by step
And every chance we take
Is
be callin' code read like Mountain Dew
'Fore I count to you can get cha back blown
'Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone
Get back
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
I wish i could wake up
By the ocean
Where the waves are breaking
I wish I could wake up
On the mountains
Where the snow keeps falling
I wish i
the hoboes down by the track
Homesick in Natchez and too much proud to go back
I went to Alaska searching the mountains for gold
I might have stayed but
covered tracks where they've been
So one by one, they all died of thirst
And the the devil just laughed, at his mile-long hearse
That's where the name
when they sword-fought weightless in the bamboo
with a purity of heart that transcends gravity
leaping off the mountain into ambiguity
falling slow
stop the urge, shit was frustratin'
Four different tries, I'm left traumatized
I been through shit you would think's animated
But like a mountain, we had
issues
Unless navigated properly
In the horizon I could see the mountain range looming closer
I followed the tracks and trails the creatures had left
its life events mine surrounded by my albums like release dates as if they were keeping track for me because they were interested we were all a little
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