Tar Pit
• Written by Anonymous
Twenty two now and I still ain't got a damn house
I ain't trippin I been figuring my plan out
Kinda sad I aint even got a damn crowd
Money rain I been living through the damn drout
Rents gone they been livin in a ghost town
shit is rough but I still aint got a damn frown
Imma keep my head high through the madness
look past all the sadness Sickness radness
Brains on that shit that's fantastic
lookin through my atlas
you dry as a cactus
Thoughts is heavy still
Rockin steady still
got me ready ya'll
actin petty squad
armed and ready man
Aimin for that win
Passin out stressed out
Wakin up cold sweats
Forcin that Knockout
Slow take a deep breath
Can't see through dark clouds too stressed
I ain't tryina be the best
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