The Crash

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Jeff Porter & David Ryan

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I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path
I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math
I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas
I hit it three times, then I feel the crash

I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path
I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math
I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas
I hit it three times, then I feel the crash

Thinking to the days when we ain't have no fuckin pot to piss in
Now we piss drunk, locking in we got that tunnel vision
Never whipped that chicken, and I never been to prison
But I keep killing these beats, I might have a life sentence
You could call me Randy Johnson, cause I always go the distance
Couple ladies, on my wish list, tell me that I'm oh so gifted
Now I got them smiling at me, think they thought I was their dentist
And they're sitting on my lap, like I'm Santa during Christmas
Hold on lemme switch it up
Whole rap game looking like a whole buncha sitting ducks
Spit tighter than a city bus
And you know at the end of the day you can't get enough
Go nuts like Em on renegade, Salt Bae with a bigger blade
Take the food off your dinner plate
Motherfucker don't try to even act like y'all ain't been afraid
Tom Wilson the way that I instigate
Any doubt that you had it disintegrate
Human Torch yeah the way I incinerate
Young Drake yeah the way that I serenade
Man I already told y'all I'm here to stay
Man I already said I ain't finna play
Might have your spot at the top but at least on my watch, won't be today

I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path
I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math
I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas
I hit it three times, then I feel the crash

I am the goat I bounce back, I set the goals I run past
I set the table and eat fast, you cut from the team, I'm first draft
Leave it that, I'm leaving in fact, going back to my old ways
Rappin' at my pace, why you so cold Dave, can we just go back to my place
I'm sick of this feeling, I'm fiending for something, I need it to even the mind state
Seeing's believing, your words just mean nothing, if your vibes fail to vibrate
So high need to hydrate, wide awake and I lie straight
I stare at the ceiling my mind is just spinning, can't think straight, I'm irate

I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path
I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math
I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas
I hit it three times, then I feel the crash

David and I, we curate the vibes
Giving you something to bump in your ride
You know that we speeding, we don't read the signs
We really got no ceilings like it's 09
Enjoy your life, got limited time
Living on Earth but the feeling's divine
When you keep improving and hitting your prime
When you keep on showing and proving with rhymes
When you just be killing shit honing your craft
Might try to hate on it might try to laugh
Try to just tell em but they might not listen
You stay on your grind, you know it was written
You picked up the mic, and what a decision
You do what you love, you sharpen your vision
Cooking that soul food, get you a fixing
You eat like a king, they eat with the pigeons

I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path
I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math
I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas
I hit it three times, then I feel the crash

David and I, we curate the vibes
Giving you something to bump in your ride
You know that we speeding, we don't read the signs
We really got no ceilings like it's 09
Enjoy your life, got limited time
Living on Earth but the feeling's divine
When you keep improving and hitting your prime

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