Lyrics:
of cards
Really thought you'd leave this jungle without a single scar?
Look
I don't make mix tapes, no
I don't get side tracked, no
Investing my time here,
reach out
Attached to figments of my mind, labeled to be silent
Network of my deepest doubts
Idiotic Content
Tracked mistakes, faulty wiring
I'm tied
on these streets
Than a pack of rowdy lads around that only cause grief
So I packed my bags and back tracked just to find some inner peace yo
Now I'm
weighed, it's judgment day
A knife in the back
Of someone I loved
I put on a clean shirt
And destroy the evidence
The hounds tracked me down
You can run but
system, like i've been fucking hacked
He the most underrated producer, not lying, that's a fact now
I'm like Raw, you Smackdown
Easy to be tracked down
In
a game
That you like to play so that you can feel whole
I watched you work the room
Always on point as you tracked the spotlight
Absorbed in the method
You
carried by burden
One thought to end it all
Contemplating the decision
The piercing pain in the chest
The numbing chill
A one tracked mind stays on
Don't
of distorted news
Consumerism with a gun to your back
Your every movement is being tracked
How have we gotten to this place?
Our freedom gone without a trace
But I like Henny with some Coca Cola in it
But wont catch me drunk wildn and loafing
Sorry I got side tracked back to the real rap
Look out for
different (Yea)
I gotta stick to the mission (I gotta)
I cannot get side tracked (Nah)
Gotta keep that tunnel vision (Gotta keep that)
I spill it all in
for mine
He said he come for you
He tracked your single line
I got it out of him
My inner villain breached inside
All the pointless explaining
All
Ya
Been a while since I've rapped
Voice tracked
No singing
Straight rap
Just facts
No concept
Just rapping from my conscious
A simple beat that
We were on the highway when we saw the plane go down
So we took the exit and we tracked the mushroom cloud
Never had we witnessed more disturbing
coochie's been tracked, going round each state
You can't seduce me, get the fuck up off me
I don't have the cravings that others may
What I'm tryna say, I
machine, cash machine, please oh won't you sing to me
I stack it in the safe with the diesel, and the stacks I glean
Keep it all tracked so I know just what
changed my life.
I always knew that you
Were someone to be recognized.
I tracked you down and
instead of thinking I apologized.
So skip the dramatics,
Come
than just false hope in a lie
Free from him at last all alone
She found shade in plastic walls
Mister lover tracked her down
Down to her core
Harping
left to dwell any further
Tell the tale of the burglar
Stole the one thing
Control the pawns like kings
Finesse tracked treasures
Suspenseful but it
Patrick
Get back to it, side-tracked, I'm talking 'bout Mum and Dad
This is a problem, it made all of us eternally sad
It took away all of the love that our
to me
And a jar of folding money
Buried neath that big oak tree
Well I tracked them up round Tulsa
Where they hopped a northbound train
And I swear that
look at me sideways
You a side kick
I ain't gonna get side tracked by a side bitch
Lonely road going 100, nigga got mileage
No brakes, I'ma do the dash
it's sweeter
This bitch is so cold it might come from the freezer
While I wait for heating I order some pizza
Woah I just got side tracked hide that
it over if we back tracked
Yeah
Lay up
Midnight
Lay up
Till the sun comes up
Lay up
Midnight
Lay up
Till the sun comes up
It's only you and I
You my
to talk
Just stand there, watch, give me the chalk
Let me be, let me out of my head
And Ill show you a man who's dead
She tracked down my inspired dreams
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