Bend the Bow

Climb on top of a mountain
And you see all that shiny stone
There's prairie dogs
At the bottom
So make sure you
Don't step in a hole
My first time in Mexico
The slang for weed was DVDs
I was 19 in Detroit at 5 AM
Dude was selling weed
I'm looking towards the future
So I won't look back
If you call my name
A rook king don't need pieces
Flooded like a submarine
If it's not my walk of life
Then I'm not going to put
My two cents in
Hit him cross eyed with a mic
When a thought is a loss
Throw that bitch in the wind
I don't really know
Where a dude can turn
When I lost my mind
Love happiness and urns
And I can't really count
All the times I've been out
But if a dude doubt
Then really I'm out
And I can't really stand
When a dude comes fast
And I'm talking out my mouth
And it hits me in my ass
I never really want
And never really have
And never say never
Cuz forever never lasts
Through your mouth
Shit I got this
Looking back like never
Shit I got this
Looking back like never
Shit I got this
Looking back like never
Shit I got this
Looking back like never

Make my own baggies
All the traffic that's around
BYOB got a new meaning
Catapult the word out
I'll need a lawyer
By this evening
Make my own baggies
All the traffic that's around
BYOB

You got this baby
That's a hundred percent
I don't need a crown
I'd take a dental implant
I feel the breeze blow
I love that crispy air
More than a blue stripe
Like if I'm, being super clear
If you could smoke the trees
I'd probably camp and live in them
I'd try to kill the old me
Though really when I'm riding
I'm with him
Transparent, water
Trying to feed a fish
What the fuck
This turned into a nature pic
Talkin love and life
And what feels right
That feeling behind your eye
And what your ribs keep inside
They're rocking prison orange
On them pull-up bars
If you're living too large
This world won't take you far

Make my own baggies
All the traffic that's around
BYOB got a new meaning
Catapult the word out
I'll need a lawyer
By this evening
Make my own baggies
All the traffic that's around
BYOB

Thanks for stopping by
Props for showing love
Good looking out on the paper
That's love keeping me from harm
True mother fuckers
All around
Love how a mother fucker
Buys a sack
Anytime I need to put my head down
Had a couch if I needed to crash
Good looking out on the job
Got these people bringing home food
Pulled me up, I can't really tread water
Got no issues, I didn't renew
Got me if anyone needs me
Anyone if me got needs
Gave me shelter when it was windy
Even when I was free like Breeze
Ana know I love the downpour
Can't forget how I got where I am
Battle's just a slaughter with a dropped sword
If I lose still someone wins



Credits
Writer(s): Ty Cunningham
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