No Par

The more that you rinse me the more that I rack
Some fools tryna sink and you stay blowing stacks
A rocket league bitch might get clipped with the tac
I speak to my mic peep how my bank react

Fantasies, golden
Pockets aint swollen
Sing like the high sea
I be talking olden
Swing like a golf tee
Fondant embolden
To hang with a g
Shawty gon get rollin
Really done feelin this shit
I been living this shit
I be shrugging and striving
How can I exist
I'm a particle
Article pondering prince
And my lips aint uptight
You best know imma spit

Suffering as a young git
One autumn day looked to what he had writ
And he found the expression the world couldn't fit
Shrugging of shoulders, stretching of hands
The illusion of cruel in this phantasmal land
I do how I do for the true I will stand
You move with a harness its just for a band

The more that you rinse me the more that I rack
Some fools tryna sink and you stay blowing stacks
A rocket league bitch might get clipped with the tac
I speak to my mic peep how my bank react



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Writer(s): Jackson F
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