Rolling Logs

Mud to the asphalt
Even the soft gotta be hard
Most fall to the Astro

Turf wars uniforms up in arms
It's all our ass fault
What yo ass want?

Attention. pause, I stand on rollin logs
Constantly movin to avoid goin down
Whilst tryna encourage my opponent
Not to drawn, who's the loser now

Lookin for a hand up
They bite the hand and call it a hand out
That ain't what this mans bout

Round house, everyone schleep
When it's time to go night night
In my house, this world is not my home
But it is when I'm passin through

I care bout one person in the universe
One guess
It's not you

I used to bug a boo
But now boo be buggin
She said I was too nice
Like I wasn't a thug and

I told her to show me a pic
Of me not mean muggin
She said "that won't prove anything"
Like it wasn't

Pics say a thousand words
But I'll spell it out for ya
U r a f n b
Even sound it out for ya

Might be my ex buuuuuut
I don't have it out for ya
Wonderin if you comin back
Or if I shouldn't wait around for ya
I wanna be dow