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Drain my mind Like one more time Thoughts from my past Scurrying fast The futures now And the present non existent Bird bath in a sink San quentins got the fixings I aint from the south Tho i spent a lot of time Down in clarksville Hearts spill from clean mouths Crushed up advil on an anvil Dirty cut like vitamin b It looks the same like this and that Artifacts and shards of glass Nicked the plan From flipping sacks When the right time comes Then do you dance With the business plans The clock strikes like two or four Then you wont realize The drugs are bad Cuz theres only days off Looking sober for the next sale Have to reup too far gone Fucck the rest its a heads up preview Im not more i am your equal Served two years and then the sequel Head and shoulders Numb ass above the neck Charity rose From the mother fucking dead again Two am walking cross The parking lot And the nights still young Cuz the street lights on Speak from you heart And trust what your worth Ill be the driver If im ever in a hearse When im up to something I trust the process Seventh grade fourth period I know that you feel it Speak from you heart And trust what your worth Ill be the driver If im ever in a hearse When im up to something I trust the process Seventh grade fourth period I know that you feel it Burnout You talking bout rubber Or too smoked out I just wanted a clearway path Im sorry for endangerment Im a caring mother fucker Adopt not shop If youre hearing it These vets got cats That move those birds Dont give a fucck where youre staying at Gettings tips and by the hour Who really got to pay their bills Anyone crashed on my couch Whats mine is yours That shits real Hes kind of goofy lefty loosey The side of his eyes Where he is half the time I just stand by loyal shit Like you fucck with your word Til you die Only time will tell Dont do dirt with a watch Cuz at 1155 It puts its hands up If youre quitting then you might as well stop Im not losing Til the next person drops Like a counter top i dont come soft This dudes a clock With some numbers washed off Aint worried bout no digits Aint worried bout no time With his back to the wall and his hands on his face Like an alarm set He could sing bout the life Let his batteries die And throw him in the trash No new sentence Keep time where its at Speak from you heart And trust what your worth Ill be the driver If im ever in a hearse When im up to something I trust the process Seventh grade fourth period I know that you feel it Speak from you heart And trust what your worth Ill be the driver If im ever in a hearse When im up to something I trust the process Seventh grade fourth period I know that you feel it