Ill to the Backbone - Bonus Track

I don't even care how you wanna act holmes
Talented gifted entrepeneur like Sean Combs
I'd just like to take you into my time zone
Your conscious decides how you wanna act bro
And I don't care about wack songs and crack phones
Trainwrecked off a bit of Casey Jones
And I'm out at a show - yeah way far from home
With sick and tight bars cause I'm Ill to the Backbone

Tryna get this play paper being a playmaker
Mesut Ozil in the hole - never been watching haters
All them demotivators never motivating a playa
So I tell 'em see ya later I ain't bothered with the fake shit
Try not to preach about egos
Cause too much of that cause can turn you into evil
Believe me I've seen it happen to my people
So trust me when I say "Yo G - Be Lowkey"
That's why bare man don't know me
Roaming on the roads only if you are my Co-Dee
And if you got talent to prove then show me
Or if you're just here to hate - then blow me
All I wanna hear is you get my tune
And if it makes you feel good then you press replay
None of that he or she say - nah
I'd rather just spark trees and forever get baked

I don't even care how you wanna act holmes
Talented gifted entrepreneur like Sean Combs
I'd just like to take you into my time zone
Your conscious decides how you wanna act bro
And I don't care about wack songs and crack phones
Trainwrecked off a bit of Casey Jones
And I'm out at a show - yeah way far from home
With sick and tight bars cause I'm Ill to the Backbone

See I've been trying not to let the past affect me
Or live without holding grudges - yeah that's grudge free
Storing dramas in my head - no ones living rent free
I've done well to live my life without regrets - me
And I love it cause you never hear a regret from me
Even still no haters vexing me and texting me
Cause no man of evil can get the best of me
Hatred and envy is definitely the recipe
My aura shines brighter than the Northern Lights
And in the evening - I'm higher than a satellite
And if I was American I'd say I was ratchet high
Chillin' on a cloud with a bad bitch type
That ain't asking questions for example what my banks like
Just make me a cherry pie or an apple one
And we can zone until the nights done
Until we see the sun cause I'm Ill to the Backbone

I don't even care how you wanna act holmes
Talented gifted entrepreneur like Sean Combs
I'd just like to take you into my time zone
Your conscious decides how you wanna act bro
And I don't care about wack songs and crack phones
Trainwrecked off a bit of Casey Jones
And I'm out at a show - yeah way far from home
With sick and tight bars cause I'm Ill to the Backbone

I smoke loud that make you sleep like the Itis
Sounds that go straight to the bone like arthritis
My nubbas look at me like there is a crisis
Like really like really - did I just write this
Mad flight shit not fake like IS
Life's priceless so why the hell I feel like this
Cause people really think that they're wiser
I can see through their disguises
And secret societies think they can be engineers
Like its their God given right to come and interfere
This life is scripted Cuz - I say this year to year
Cause corruption and then they appear
But it's never their life that ever gets torn
Corruptions like the art of seduction
Play a few mind games and there's eruptions
And the worst part is that this is out of glutton
I wouldn't be surprised if they had a button
And if anybody objects - tell me something
I be on a wise tip
Ghosted though - on my poltergeist shit
So half of the time I sit down and think why shit
Why is the world we live in like this
I wanna be in a place that's righteous
With a pen, a mic and a nice spliff
Know that my nights stay righteous



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Writer(s): Stephen Christopher
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