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goodbye summer
And something tells him it's the kiss of death

Losing at the tracks
(I smell)
Loosens all his taps
(Winter)
I smell winter on his breath

Looking at the track and yeah the pack touchdown
I'm about to bust it up and I'm about to break it down
My plug up in Chinatown says he good with

the truth I'm saying
(Saying)
I don't know where to start from
But I'll tell you one by one
(One, one, one one)
I've been locked up in an incubator
Now I'm

about
Grow be about it

Maybe it's the pac in me
That Got me singing changes 
Sam got me we thinking 
Maybe we can rearrange it
Stead of makin track's

waiting for me to say crawl 
We are facing a nation educated by slaves y'all 
She hates y'all 
We hate y'all
Im starting to losing track of why the fuck I

to the good ol days
Lets hit a track get it packed sit back and blaze, cause were never gunna change the way
The world turns but tomorrows gunna be okay

So I

Lava’s forming, we burning off tires uh
I just got blanked
So call this off-white uh
Flexing my friend’s dirt bike uh
Hit him with my stick when I pass by

Didn't catch the train
Bus ride was too long
You'll find me by the stairs
Or the telephone
I tried to call you earlier
But you weren't home
Well it's

Didn't catch the train
Bus ride was too long
You'll find me by the stairs
Or the telephone
I tried to call you earlier
But you weren't home
Well it's

Running round with ya bitch 
She a claffy 
Watch these bands hit the floor
 Like a track meet
Foreign whips 
Leave the road straight ashy
Bring

near the railroad tracks
Got my home upon my back
I Can live like that 

In the distance I see a field 
Golden hues and jesus is what I feel
Before I go

Aye, a-aye, yeah
I lost in those stacks 
I'm making those tracks
Tryna make sense of shit 
That's all in my head
I'm movin the rolls 
I ain't tryna

(Ayo man what's good with all these christmas sounding tracks you soft or something?)
This aint no christmas track what you talkin bout
(Oh iight)

liquor
This liquor is in me 
Oh
Tippin' the bottle back 
Now I 
Feel a little woozy
My mind
All off track 
Feels good
Cuz I Usually don't do this
I done

round yo ass DC Flash 
Im not driven by fancy cars and hella ass 
Im bout bars makin tracks and countin cash

The king of the ring heres the empire

for me though
Rolling up a shell 
By myslef
Call me selfish
Kush still wet
In the shell
Bout to melt
I can tell shit
Sniffing in the air
Something smell

Sugarcoated pill popping pussy trappers 

Sit and rap about abstract facts that plague my mind for the longest time
Can't move past that
I fast track

Chyea
It's ya boy
Take 500
Eh

I'm limited by nothing but my own apathy
Bon appetit, when I been serving you like a platter
I'm about to be

with a tall stack
I'm the type to take your number quick but won't call back
I lost track
Yea
I'm just busy and stuff
I got love for this game but I

that you my stone
You was always by my side and then you turned into a ghost

You loved how I was goofy I would always tell a joke
How we could make

me as I'm writing this
I'm sleeping alone and you both sleeping by his
And a couple days prior we sharing my bed kissing and touching
'Cause friendship

Yeah
Grime
Yall know
I been down too long, pain in every song
Painting every track wtih facts about the struggles dog
Stresses in my life got to much

and grace, that's you Lord
Always true, keep it real yeah
Steer me right when I'm off track
Your never wrong always right
Your wise we don't understand
You got

They don't know what I been through
But ain't like I keep track
Of course I got some issues, like I don't know where I'm at
And I don't want to talk