Letras
I'm looking up cause this my Moment to speak
The proper Calvary, been eatting Savagely
They mad at me, work through Calories
You gotta pardon me
I
Fucked around and left my dish in The sink
Think of Flint when I have trouble Finding reason to drink. Calling Fouls from the Backyard, the so Called outlaws got outlined, chalk Boards spell white crime Chinchillas On the in line, if we Don't speak again it'd be a mass Crime, life a PlayStation, gave it Mad time
Leave for a shopping spree, start Looking for proper peace, we only Ever honored from The balconies And the only time to reach out is From atop the knees, calling time Outs So we can slow the speak
I'm in tune with it, the reasons for Forgiveness but everytime I hail a cab I fuck around And Miss it Riding on the Marta straight to Lenox... I'm in full control of the hit stick
Where the wind blows is where I give it
Setting foundation for a living
I'm feeling driven