Struggling To Swim

Chinga-di-check

I'm rocking loose fitted track pants

Bottoms suit the top it match

Don't chat slag you can have that

Bit of a jabbermouth

I'm probably anti when I'm mad ags

Models shouldn't gobble down

Act wrongly when around gang

Bounce up and down

Like the pounds in my Santan

Battery been flattened

Until I zanded the power bank

Amalgamation sounding

Countless hours around a rowdy ramp

Allowing a sour patch

And having an outlet to pattern and counteract

You clout clown

Who do you think you is

You isn't with the shits

Not even a little bit

Quit the bitching kid and witness this

Kill it till the decision definitive

Mrs did a spin of the only chick that I'm smitten with

Tripping hints of pickney with slinkies and pick n mix

Little pot to piss not rich my kin conditioned me to live

Until I'm dead again

I guess I could've went to bed

Instead of getting next to legless

In a regret with debt from breakfast

Never pressure pepper

Shed and best be catching

Med and light to heavy with the tekkers

Messi with the Henry Weston

Choose to puke but I might bend it like Beckham

And end up in a consequence

I never intend to offend 'em

I guess it is what it is what it is

Some piss in the wind

Some shit where they live like

I guess it is what it is

Some bit finger thumb

That will give others snitch to the pigs why

I guess it is what it is what it is

Some piss in the wind

Some shit where they live like

And some have sunk in the abyss

And I've been struggling to swim

Some think others slipped to the ditch

Yo I guess you didn't notice

How literal the globe spins

Digital home technophobe