Merrick

When it's pourin' your story needs just a bit of

An octave high Killa to give you somethin' to spit of

This route is so long

And the futures so far

But you have 4 chords and an idea for a song

So you wont find it too hard

To keep writing in that notebook til September comes

And the Embers done

Burning your neck and churning each check

Til your pen feels as hot as the sun

If you can't find your self, can't find your own voice

Your boys are busy working, verses made by choice

I'm choosin' you, my younger bus rider

Tough and dying from the heat, leaking on the street

I know you're dirty on Kirby, but sir don't you worry

We're here to cry for you and to cook you some curry

My friend if you don't have the time to give yourself hugs

Pick up your pen and ink up someone that does

You just went through your very first big storm

It rocked your little boat, and had you all swarmed

My little Killa, all sweatin' and buildin',

Your little lake side cookie sale and trail led straight to sail

Away, with yachts and bought back blue bars

Cue cars and cute cards always make you feel starred

So get on your star, with a tempo of 94

I'm dying for you to shine, my iron lion from this bayou shore

And damn when you shine, that sweatin'

That my crew and i imitate with 30 lines, in the dark

At midnight your rides will bring you new parks

I'd rather give you this message then recreate your worst marks

Cuz we both know you messed up, took the wrong bus

Ended up at the Ocean, with sharks and poisonous Trucks

Humor me just this once, and get your pebbles

And your rap group ready, as if we were there to help you up

This street has no stop signs

It's a long lines til God sighs with your oxide

And your rusty skills will turn to Buddy Bucks

Lucky fills, and love for your locked away hide

Don't hide from your smile

Cuz you know you can't escape it

My lay friend don't lay complaisant