Only Way Up

Yeah, Young Burns in this bitch, let's go
(okay Mr. burns)
I'm in this space feeling like I hit a wave
Quarantine got me doing shit in different ways
Which strain should I blaze, Isaac Haze
And when I walk into a room I burn some sage
Through the thick and thin tattoos on the thickest skin
Ocean views either can sink or swim
Got two chains like Titty, flow like Biggie
Born intoToronto hail up the whole city
Cause its fate if you heard of me mask on, burglary
Speak up you got a voice Freddy Mercury
I see the signs, while the most criticize
They hit the blunt and let some smoke in their eyes
That's why they ain't see the vision
But still they love a motherfucker
Ratting on his boys till they sent him off to prison
Shit is wicked but I ain't going to waste time tripping
I took a hundred L's before my time winning
This is Miami vice shit, dressed in fine linen
I smoke the best shit, strains that I invented
Live like the Jetsons, but 2020 look more like the great depression
Fuck it though I ain't stressing



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Writer(s): Mats Andersson
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