Bordeaux

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Don't lend a hand if they don't want it
They'll just pull you in too
You'll be underwater drowning
Like what the f*ck did I do
And these are just lessons that we all go through
I really hope the bad stuff don't ever happen to you
Mother fucker you a
You a big ass bitch
Like an elephant around some squeaky shit
Keep the cats around they'll take care of that
I don't even gotta see it man f*ck a rat
F*ck a face tat, I just make raps.
This shit hobby to me
Open my mind up and you'll find that it's free
Let the words pour out like it's for the homies
No pancakes just syrup in a couple foamies
Put it in the sprite mix it slowly
Turn it over like an hour glass
Do that a couple times to make the hours pass
You can catch me out side where the owls at
Keep it all wrapped up like the Taliban
Use to take drugs never sold em man
But I've cut back like we trimming the shrubs
I got off twitter man ain't no one sending subs
Only hear what's goin on from the people I love
I remember when we use to by dubs
Now it's ounces of nugs
Couldn't cut the green out
Everyone needs a vice this the one for me now
I'll do some drinks over ice but prefer not to
Blackin out cut the lights off nosforatu
So you'll find me with the ice in the cold bong tube
Pull the bowl out inhale the smoke hold that shit 1 2
Now breath through the bullshit
Pull up don't curb it
New whip and we swerving
So sick I call it scurvy
Backroads and they curvy
You disappear like a shadow
Up stream paddle
New shoes Bordeaux
Big day wore those
King size preroll
Come on let's go
Take a dive off the deep end
Write it down with a Gpen
Cloudy eyes on the weekend
Fight or flight gotta repent
Fight or flight gotta repent
Bite down try to make an impression
No Seratonin on the way to depression
And I ain't guilty but Ive got a confession
I been stressin about the lessons that's I haven't learned
The years that I haven't burned
Times I might have turned
The write pages to the wrong book
Open eyes take a long look
In the mirror the reflection sees me clearer
I can see the fear of
Self doubt and lazy days
You gotta let it slip away
Hard work won't get you paid
If you don't do it every day
The preparation has to come first
Drink it to fast it wont even quench the thirst
Fade away to black like the tints would
Up in Court for some wrapped wood
Stupid shit that I did it put it in the ash tray
I'm just glad that I'm standing here today
Feel like I'm playing chicken on a one way
But I knew one day that I would find my way back
Even though it might be hard to sum up
If you do the math man I bet it's just dumb luck
4 leaf clovers and hikes over weekend
No Range Rover, just iced soda and good friends.
I can't focus could I use some adderall
Or a small atom bomb
I aint mean to cause alarm
There's no harm in trying but you better have a plan.
You can't make it to the top when your stuck in quick sand.
But a wise man once said let it go take a deep breath real slow
I'ma show you how it go
Now Breath through the bullshit
Pull up don't curb it
New whip and we swerving
New whip and we swerving
You disappear like a shadow
Up stream paddle
New shoes Bordeaux
New shoes Bordeaux

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