Going Down

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To seize everything you ever wanted

The day you're matchin me is when some flying pigs have departed

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

But when i spit its atomic, like feeling the force of a comet.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Adolf hitler if he was alive he would be my first target

My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Inked up on my hands and arms.