JUNGLE TOUR

This the part where I fall again This feels like cutting weight Know that hearts aren't automated And real love is hard to make This the part where I fall again This feels like cutting weight Snakes and panthers anyway Jungle tour, not far away One last man standing One last man standing These days I feel like I'm him, baby Yo What the fuck is an addition What do you mean with subtraction If numbers are all what we're made of I'd rather be an addicted Picasso I paid my taxes, El Paso You're old and warshed like Ruzzle Meanwhile I'm dirty and I'm in their throats I mean, I am the throttle I ain't wanna teach nothing You've seen my videos I'm sippin' Bourbon Calls behind curtains Saying that Kurt was a burden Three lions, four roses One out of them finna murder fellow felids And eat them, then find out About blood on its eyelids Bitch I swoosh it but I'm stylish Never had a Cartier, shit's cardiac Attack, beware, defend land Where there's free men Pain, please Add more gain like Freeman I don't need nobody Who gives a fuck bout your approval I still got some space, motherfuck actions Hoe, let me maneuvre Roading countryside, riveting rivers Speaking to me about my lies How did I betray the intouchable Word to Omar Sy T at the mic, gotta find meanings Like we talking fright, hyphen Bunch of some nines And a bag of small cash Got these rappers hyped Made them forget they're suburban This the part where I fall again This feels like cutting weight Know that hearts ain't automated And real love is hard to make This the part where I fall again This feels like cutting weight Snakes and panthers anyway Jungle tour, not far away One last man standing One last man standing These days I feel like I'm him, baby This heat and this sun constraining my mind I need the dark for my pen to shine I need to stay down for my art to rise Always been free What's the term authorized Are you dead inside? This is my jungle tour Mirrors outside, common mistakes Reflect on your own life Your piggy bank Won't solve these crimes Solitaire, raise one cup One toast, one jam High fivin' with my vibrating own hand Great Dane, Bloody Heaven Kingpins on strike Binoculars, jungle tour, play pause rewind Walking alone as a renegade Lion King, never changed Shout out Symba, I shouldn't complain Cause my ambition is To never end up broke again Rap's shit, this my A-game Bitch I play clean, anti-stain Einstein with more self-esteem Magic tricks, no David Blaine