Straggler
Bones snapped
Here's to blind hope I can float back
Where'd the time go poking?
I'll poke back
Hell if I know, holding a choked bat
Holding a tipped hat, sloping a slick back
Tokens and zig zags eaten, swallowed
Beaten, hollowed, woah!
Stay for Peace underneath the beats
Apollo lay the lace
As a pleasant place to wallow
Just a taste of a heavy...
Could imagine
Finger flipping in a lead filled Labyrinth
On a kitty chase, should've capped it
Left in some blessed flesh and a taught javelin
Left at the cliff, best to quit laughing
Click clack, that's that
No more booty clapping
Fat facts, chump!
Now what you lackin'?
Prolly something should've kept
Under the mattress
Prolly something should've swept up
Should've kept hush
Shiesty women wanna lay up in the basket
Street pushing bastard couldn't fit a cuff
But he could beat it up
All the way to guts, trust
It's a must must
Imma treat it as a sippy-cup
Til I blow a motherf-ing gasket
Call it "Pillow Top Jimmy-nastics"
Somersault on your ass cheeks til I get a...
He ain't jus let a dog, girl he a Mastiff
Cigarillo romp through
The backstreets of your hood
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Where my ad-libs?
I can tell you right now
You're at risk with them goods
Another way to ride upon an asterisk
Run the gauntlet
See the calm kid fit a hook
Here's to blind hope I can float back
Where'd the time go poking?
I'll poke back
Hell if I know, holding a choked bat
Holding a tipped hat, sloping a slick back
Tokens and zig zags eaten, swallowed
Beaten, hollowed, woah!
Stay for Peace underneath the beats
Apollo lay the lace
As a pleasant place to wallow
Just a taste of a heavy...
Could imagine
Finger flipping in a lead filled Labyrinth
On a kitty chase, should've capped it
Left in some blessed flesh and a taught javelin
Left at the cliff, best to quit laughing
Click clack, that's that
No more booty clapping
Fat facts, chump!
Now what you lackin'?
Prolly something should've kept
Under the mattress
Prolly something should've swept up
Should've kept hush
Shiesty women wanna lay up in the basket
Street pushing bastard couldn't fit a cuff
But he could beat it up
All the way to guts, trust
It's a must must
Imma treat it as a sippy-cup
Til I blow a motherf-ing gasket
Call it "Pillow Top Jimmy-nastics"
Somersault on your ass cheeks til I get a...
He ain't jus let a dog, girl he a Mastiff
Cigarillo romp through
The backstreets of your hood
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Where my ad-libs?
I can tell you right now
You're at risk with them goods
Another way to ride upon an asterisk
Run the gauntlet
See the calm kid fit a hook
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Writer(s): Spencer Zorn
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