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Look, I'm tryna get it while the get is still good
Just 'cause you can doesn't mean that you should
Gazing at my crystal ball
Seems the faster the come up, the harder the fall
I'll fall back, your raps, they all wack
Acting so bad, think you 'bout to join the sect
Yappin' like a killer, bitch, you ain't like that
Nowadays, my price higher than Ty Cobb bats
BONES knock it out the park, no sweat
It's the bottom of the ninth and my team on deck
One day I'll be done with the game
But the day ain't today, Mark McGwire when I swing
Call it, raise a shot, day high, stay low
Ordinary love 'tween me and my blade
Rascal Flatts living, just me and my gang
The broken road I took led me to the fame
You don't never need a burner, why you rappin' 'bout the feds
Nobody tappin' wires tryna catch you selling grams
Look into the dark, my eyes glowing red
Now look up in the stars and they're spelling out SESH, yes
A hot coffee and a blunt to get the day started
The reaper is giving me some tests, but I aced all of 'em
Reach for me and you'll be left with a stain on 'ya
I don't pray for 'em, I AR 'em
Lookin' at the underground from a bird's eye
What would this thing be if they never heard I?
I blame myself and I add in a warnin'
For my shit, like if you ain't BONES, don't try recordin'
Having dreams are normal, but only when they're your's
So don't look to me when you know we're at 44
I miss tour, was thinkin' just this mornin'
Need to give 'em what they need real soon
Wait for it
Yeah, yeah
STILL, SESH, huh
Drop that
Just 'cause you can doesn't mean that you should
Gazing at my crystal ball
Seems the faster the come up, the harder the fall
I'll fall back, your raps, they all wack
Acting so bad, think you 'bout to join the sect
Yappin' like a killer, bitch, you ain't like that
Nowadays, my price higher than Ty Cobb bats
BONES knock it out the park, no sweat
It's the bottom of the ninth and my team on deck
One day I'll be done with the game
But the day ain't today, Mark McGwire when I swing
Call it, raise a shot, day high, stay low
Ordinary love 'tween me and my blade
Rascal Flatts living, just me and my gang
The broken road I took led me to the fame
You don't never need a burner, why you rappin' 'bout the feds
Nobody tappin' wires tryna catch you selling grams
Look into the dark, my eyes glowing red
Now look up in the stars and they're spelling out SESH, yes
A hot coffee and a blunt to get the day started
The reaper is giving me some tests, but I aced all of 'em
Reach for me and you'll be left with a stain on 'ya
I don't pray for 'em, I AR 'em
Lookin' at the underground from a bird's eye
What would this thing be if they never heard I?
I blame myself and I add in a warnin'
For my shit, like if you ain't BONES, don't try recordin'
Having dreams are normal, but only when they're your's
So don't look to me when you know we're at 44
I miss tour, was thinkin' just this mornin'
Need to give 'em what they need real soon
Wait for it
Yeah, yeah
STILL, SESH, huh
Drop that
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Writer(s): Elmo O Connor, Still Still
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