Untitled Song

slowly take it down straight to the milligram

livin for those nights when you dont have a plan

like a jamband im grateful, don't see why they all hateful

its fate though, when it comes to my diet you're a staple

 

i dont have another reason, im just feelin

so get out the pen and pape flow before they start leavin

time came and went, dollars made and spent

but for my life im thankful, and now i got this flamethrow

 

its that roll another j flow, got my windows closed

and my eyes low, im not drivin so i ride slow

i might take a flight, although this kite might not get me there

truthful off this drum and snare,

the back is bare

the lack of care self-evident, homie i am not a reverend

so i am ending this

quick like a whiz in wizardry

when i drink that magic tea ya turn to a centipede

and i crush you, i can feel the crunch too