Black and Blue
If you got the cold pack, pass it over this way
I been taking shots like a mother fucking diss tape
Black and blue, but I stymie the grim face
Stay stood tall, never break, I ain't thin-made
If you got the cold pack, pass it over this way
I been taking shots like a mother fucking diss tape
Black and blue, but I stymie the grim face
Stay stood tall, never break, I ain't thin-made
I'm corn-fed
Rare style on the track, take a nihilist to task
I was born dead
And what Soren said
Just confirmed that I gotta drop lines like
(Ay, what up G?)
To really live is lofty and treacherous
Farfetched, Ima keep my eyes where the exit is
Steady-on pops to the cheekbone regimen
Understand that the anxiety is relevant
But it ain't for the hell of it
It's just growing pains, that's you growing brave
Won't let the ship sail, Ima stow away
And when it gets hard, Ima grin and say
If you got the cold pack, pass it over this way
I been taking shots like a mother fucking diss tape
Black and blue, but I stymie the grim face
Stay stood tall, never break, I ain't thin-made
These movements real, so how you blue, mine get more like teal
If not ideal how come the deck was always mine to feel
Allow them seals to be popped in the name of "still in here"
Allow them L's to be L's cause though a god knows inner fear, a god don't interfere
A lot goes "come, here here" and lot goes "now, cya cya"
I'm not no lil TikTok fresh trendo, I'm fossil, Nintendo
With Satoshi in Morroco rocking Yohji Yamamoto
When I'm back home and the lights on, I'll still let you in through the side door
Okay, when the mics don't play, ay
These lessons hurt, slash and burn, got me lost for words
I'm out the dirt, old as earth, hope these ashes urn (earn)
I can't be worked, I'm bout that action if that action works
Well that's absurd, the only passive I do, passive earn
I can't unlearn, I can't go backwards, though I can confirm
It happened how it's supposed to happen and it's still my turn
If you got the cold pack, pass it over this way
I been taking shots like a mother fucking diss tape
Black and blue, but I stymie the grim face
Stay stood tall, never break, I ain't thin-made
If you got the cold pack, pass it over this way
I been taking shots like a mother fucking diss tape
Black and blue, but I stymie the grim face
Stay stood tall, never break, I ain't thin-made
I been taking shots like a mother fucking diss tape
Black and blue, but I stymie the grim face
Stay stood tall, never break, I ain't thin-made
If you got the cold pack, pass it over this way
I been taking shots like a mother fucking diss tape
Black and blue, but I stymie the grim face
Stay stood tall, never break, I ain't thin-made
I'm corn-fed
Rare style on the track, take a nihilist to task
I was born dead
And what Soren said
Just confirmed that I gotta drop lines like
(Ay, what up G?)
To really live is lofty and treacherous
Farfetched, Ima keep my eyes where the exit is
Steady-on pops to the cheekbone regimen
Understand that the anxiety is relevant
But it ain't for the hell of it
It's just growing pains, that's you growing brave
Won't let the ship sail, Ima stow away
And when it gets hard, Ima grin and say
If you got the cold pack, pass it over this way
I been taking shots like a mother fucking diss tape
Black and blue, but I stymie the grim face
Stay stood tall, never break, I ain't thin-made
These movements real, so how you blue, mine get more like teal
If not ideal how come the deck was always mine to feel
Allow them seals to be popped in the name of "still in here"
Allow them L's to be L's cause though a god knows inner fear, a god don't interfere
A lot goes "come, here here" and lot goes "now, cya cya"
I'm not no lil TikTok fresh trendo, I'm fossil, Nintendo
With Satoshi in Morroco rocking Yohji Yamamoto
When I'm back home and the lights on, I'll still let you in through the side door
Okay, when the mics don't play, ay
These lessons hurt, slash and burn, got me lost for words
I'm out the dirt, old as earth, hope these ashes urn (earn)
I can't be worked, I'm bout that action if that action works
Well that's absurd, the only passive I do, passive earn
I can't unlearn, I can't go backwards, though I can confirm
It happened how it's supposed to happen and it's still my turn
If you got the cold pack, pass it over this way
I been taking shots like a mother fucking diss tape
Black and blue, but I stymie the grim face
Stay stood tall, never break, I ain't thin-made
If you got the cold pack, pass it over this way
I been taking shots like a mother fucking diss tape
Black and blue, but I stymie the grim face
Stay stood tall, never break, I ain't thin-made
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Writer(s): Grayson Pitts
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