Jerseys

How can i get there on brevado alone
I got places to go
Paint scene outta occipital lobe
Nail the feeling
Right on down to my toes
Hold the pose on the cross
Dont run off for a smoke

Hold up!

Its a cold hard world daniel johnston (Its rood food baby)
Splay guts over beats is cathartic
Shutdown record theatre and diaspora'd the contents
But solitude is a drug too

And all my brisk walks are beelines
And all my close contacts are knee deep in it

When opportunity come knockin
You better be conscious

You better be silent
Yah, promised

The point? he meanders around it
The truth? always blurry with the details
The point? he meanders around it
The truth? always blurry with the details

And you
Tell kids itll take a couple years but youll feel crazy
The delayed onset be crazy

Be crazy
He stuck up in a grapefruit
Im bout to hit this shit...

Lose verses when I hit isolation
They should put mics on me like im malcolm
Might constuct a song outta idle chatter
Rood food collect im an amalgamation

Beats on deck
I got some strong arm faith in it
Kick snare hat
I used to ride real miles in that
Property is robbery
Build an offramp
Turn the I90 to
Construction projects

Can there be justice on stolen land?
Road repairs off sales of tobacca
Kill the indians and use the names for cars
He said: i guess you gotta hang the jerseys in the rafters



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Writer(s): Kaleh Mendez-demello
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