(Intro)
You and me, left in history
Ironaically I pass it on , finna bet on me
Or maybe, wilingly forgot to tell you
Left the last piece of a half assed puzzle up the counter
Switchin up my jet fuel, all seems a little minuscule
High as your highness, still ill of a fever
Ain't got a dollar to call my cleaner
I guess we could call it a leaver
We raising the bar higher, the stakes, much more clearer
Im a Garbage collector
Didn't grew up to be a grouch
But I wish I could find someone for me to vouch
Some stars aligned, my wars are no more
We had a small talk
Heard it all before
You bring up old stats I’ve never heard of
Better give me some space, all static, Tesla
All my safeties are off, i’m steady but thank u for crutching me
If i can speak candidely, if you please, can’t you see , let me seal, may you be, sea of sins, be too real, take this ring
(Instrumental)
Many places that we been
Many faces that we seen
Scary places where we sin
If only for one being
All eye seein
Had some time for me to get in tune
Found the tools, built a rocket to the moon
Roller bladin freestyle, Matt Salerno
Trynna dodge pluto, battlin my ego
Braveheart, I’m trynna fulfill my oath
Ice cold, freezed up, sub-zero
It’s all a crazy dream , but what it is
Is more than what I’ll ever be
Deep down, I figured how it’s aiming to but I
Had Been done with all the spring cleanin
I’m workaholic, far from a catholic
Couple of hiccups
Never pinned out what it was
Too many ins and outs, I can’t spot out the savior, me my worst advisor
On my worst behavior
Plus I did fight the monsters
Two headed she-devil
Put my death sentence on a calendar
Pullin the trigger willl take you down a couple level
As for now i’ll take it smoothly
Im Granting wishes like the tooth fairy
I’ve been treated fairly, still asking very nicely , politely shaping up all through poetry
(Instrumental)
Shit got raised didn't ask for any promotion
How could it change so fast who would’ve thought
Maybe this is what makes it gruesome u left in a storm and it broke hell and back
Still have thoughts, trojan horse left in my house
'Bout time, made me hurted from my fouls
So far, playin catch on my own, I learn from these baseball games
Sunlight to abyss that quick
I keep these records playin until I find dismeaning
You and me, left in history
Ironaically I pass it on , finna bet on me
Or maybe, wilingly forgot to tell you
Left the last piece of a half assed puzzle up the counter
Switchin up my jet fuel, all seems a little minuscule
High as your highness, still ill of a fever
Ain't got a dollar to call my cleaner
I guess we could call it a leaver
We raising the bar higher, the stakes, much more clearer
Im a Garbage collector
Didn't grew up to be a grouch
But I wish I could find someone for me to vouch
Some stars aligned, my wars are no more
We had a small talk
Heard it all before
You bring up old stats I’ve never heard of
Better give me some space, all static, Tesla
All my safeties are off, i’m steady but thank u for crutching me
If i can speak candidely, if you please, can’t you see , let me seal, may you be, sea of sins, be too real, take this ring
(Instrumental)
Many places that we been
Many faces that we seen
Scary places where we sin
If only for one being
All eye seein
Had some time for me to get in tune
Found the tools, built a rocket to the moon
Roller bladin freestyle, Matt Salerno
Trynna dodge pluto, battlin my ego
Braveheart, I’m trynna fulfill my oath
Ice cold, freezed up, sub-zero
It’s all a crazy dream , but what it is
Is more than what I’ll ever be
Deep down, I figured how it’s aiming to but I
Had Been done with all the spring cleanin
I’m workaholic, far from a catholic
Couple of hiccups
Never pinned out what it was
Too many ins and outs, I can’t spot out the savior, me my worst advisor
On my worst behavior
Plus I did fight the monsters
Two headed she-devil
Put my death sentence on a calendar
Pullin the trigger willl take you down a couple level
As for now i’ll take it smoothly
Im Granting wishes like the tooth fairy
I’ve been treated fairly, still asking very nicely , politely shaping up all through poetry
(Instrumental)
Shit got raised didn't ask for any promotion
How could it change so fast who would’ve thought
Maybe this is what makes it gruesome u left in a storm and it broke hell and back
Still have thoughts, trojan horse left in my house
'Bout time, made me hurted from my fouls
So far, playin catch on my own, I learn from these baseball games
Sunlight to abyss that quick
I keep these records playin until I find dismeaning
( Loui Grandson )
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