Rollin' Punches

Hands off the wheel, ain't no cruise control either
Whip it with my knees, the vehicle go 80 down the street
I'm in predicaments, predicting to win, pacing the heat
This evil mission ain't commissioned from him, bitch this shit from me
The Plot Thickens CD in the V
Slid the disc in next to Acid Jazz, the pastor passed the chalice to me
Balancing free wit dope music be a challenge to keep
But I'd rather they hear this shit then go broke just tryna see
See

Coat hoodie beanie I could never go wrong
Cozy clothes in the winter snow at least I won't be for long
Tokin' the bong, frozen solid
Sword polish the stone
Sharpen the blade, march in place, soldier follow me home
Bottles be gone off one swallow, wallow oddly to flows
Throttle be full, posture never hunched over, lunch for the soul
Punch and roll
Punch and roll
Take the punches as they roll
You'll never get hungry from being full



Credits
Writer(s): Lync Lone
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