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guy
I carry my show too
Still not ready to die
No matter how far I'll keep on try
That's my reason I stay alive
My mind beyond the sky
No more tears

the lantern
It's pumpkin full of poison season again
The you that you thought had died
Eyes you as you're passing by so watch behind
Or it'll crawl inside

beam
Hopping up out the water
I go live life
Mix master write
Fuck what your label got to offer
Monkey see monkey do ass niggas
Success measured by your

Aye I know it's been a minute
Ain't heard from me from a long time
But guess who's back
We got 98ninetynine with the beat
We got Jack on the mix

mind accelerated
Time running 
Why I'm compelled to chase it
Mix a few chemicals
Wind down let's get faded
And toast to the changes that left us jaded

a verse?
What's my budget for a burner?
Really tryna let it burst
Mix the Henny with the Henny
Really tryna get home burst
I told my jail niggas, "head high"

I stay around bread like twisty ties
Look (up in the sky)
Czarface stick the superhero and an extra fly
My mind scattered but the bars rule
So

Wicked/Panic Mode

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

(Wicked)
1st Verse
Better think fast I’m coming

mix wit' gold
Oh no no
The way she look into my soul yeah
She hittin’ home
Why do I feel like I gotta die
(I just gotta die)
But you don’t wanna die

Free fallin', I'm free fallin'
On the edge of the cliff ya them Roxys callin'
I miss the Xan' with my lean
Mix the Perc's with the Bean
With the jay

We light up the sky like Fireflies
Shawty way too lit now say she scared she might die tonight
Said that life too short
We here for a good time not

guy

Switching lanes
I'm doing drugs in the drive by

Never once though
That I'd turn into a high guy

Got super powers
I attended Sky High

Me and my

wasting time
I been making quantities of music that could save a life
I Made my mind up by myself cause ain't no nigga Making mine
Stay Divine
Ride state

this green
I guess Roman's abrasive
Gold doubloons, what I'm paid with
All my papers got faces
Cotton-Linen, what a great mix!

Tell me how you're gonna

Torn apart my foes are smart
Swayed timbs on my feet guess my idol's Nas
A rival was trynna start a fight with gloves
The sky is up my mom's sickness

the hell is grown though
Don't wanna be like anyone else
Whoa
(Let's go)
All these young kids
Tryna get up in the mix
Then they get they tongue twist
Hung by

can't even pay my own friends

My days flyin by like plane in the sky
Man something bout my life just aint sittin right

I been feelin myself this year

ina mi lungs
Everything well proppa
Weed Everyday
Good meditation mi mind nah stray
Pussy dem vex cause dem cyan see di play
If mi waan talk talk to God

fears and lies that mix
Can not clear the skies nor fix
The charged ground beneath this house
Another sound than defeat and douse
Echos through this

Spit asbestos like I got a death wish
Im campin wit a crunchy hippy bitch eatin Chex mix 
My mind treacherous senseless can’t make sense 
Of Reality

A full week of sunny skies
Also in other news, we're having new arrivals arrive to Ubsaria this afternoon
So please welcome them with open minds and open

social divide, violence and crime get high
So we get high, like the sky just to get by
You and I, like dust to the sky
Every time we smoke it, you know we

happened to the love guess the streets aint the same first you gave yo squad up then threw the dirt up on my name i live it day by day knowin that my family

blind by the glare

Don't mind if they stare, I'm here to prompt ya
You gon' have to put in work and they better comp ya
I'ma get it from the dirt, make