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Trava Wadallah, what's going on how are you?
(Hey bro let me hit shit)
I Know you ride a complete and seek to compete
A seat in my sheets, I bleed like lab geeks
You rocking tech fleece, don't got no tech piece
At nine you're asleep, alive they come see
The fire I breathe, desist you been ceased
The most feel the least, a microwave feast
Lightyears to east, a sight to the south
The words get too loud, the thoughts they bump out
Release a dumb shout, they loving yung clout
My tongue in her mouth, they pop just to hype
Been loving my life and swing with the scythe
Like death been on sight, go through a light fight
Seen darker night times, she seen me rhyme tight
I been on her mind, consistency right
She see through my eyes, Nike on her tights
She wished that she'd die, I'm living my life
Talk about the left wing, right wing
No one knows the right thing
Distractions to keep us from thinking of the lightning
The storm drifts upon us, when we least expect they bomb us
Look around they broke the promise got us right where they want us
In the meantime I seek minds
Look for retribution, keep the fiends high at knee height
Drowning in confusion, no one see mine realise
Thoughts of contribution, demon my eyes brains fried lead to execution
Reckless spending offending depending on your side
Keep us raving and craving controversy rise
Confusing excuses to help you turn the tide
Because we fighting and writing no logic to abide
Get you canceled fans held fire to your eyes
Look around, Look around
Look at all the lies
Look around, Look around
They got us in their sights
Skatin through bumpy pathways
And lookin at assways
You got a little friend around the waist like Scarface
Music is expression so tell me how art tastes
Or more how it sounds in the rhythm for your pleasure
Hedonistic tendencies keep you under pressure
Got no ideas that you can create
Unless you're sticking hose pipes through the Gatorade
No longer useful, they leave you in a day
No one to listen because you lost your chance to say
Everything you wondering and pondering
Your Knuckle to your chin
Looking like the thinker but lacking what's within
Why share your thoughts if they're all the same?
Wanna eliminate controversy it's the aim
Guess it's up to you, you wanna play the game?
(Hey bro let me hit shit)
I Know you ride a complete and seek to compete
A seat in my sheets, I bleed like lab geeks
You rocking tech fleece, don't got no tech piece
At nine you're asleep, alive they come see
The fire I breathe, desist you been ceased
The most feel the least, a microwave feast
Lightyears to east, a sight to the south
The words get too loud, the thoughts they bump out
Release a dumb shout, they loving yung clout
My tongue in her mouth, they pop just to hype
Been loving my life and swing with the scythe
Like death been on sight, go through a light fight
Seen darker night times, she seen me rhyme tight
I been on her mind, consistency right
She see through my eyes, Nike on her tights
She wished that she'd die, I'm living my life
Talk about the left wing, right wing
No one knows the right thing
Distractions to keep us from thinking of the lightning
The storm drifts upon us, when we least expect they bomb us
Look around they broke the promise got us right where they want us
In the meantime I seek minds
Look for retribution, keep the fiends high at knee height
Drowning in confusion, no one see mine realise
Thoughts of contribution, demon my eyes brains fried lead to execution
Reckless spending offending depending on your side
Keep us raving and craving controversy rise
Confusing excuses to help you turn the tide
Because we fighting and writing no logic to abide
Get you canceled fans held fire to your eyes
Look around, Look around
Look at all the lies
Look around, Look around
They got us in their sights
Skatin through bumpy pathways
And lookin at assways
You got a little friend around the waist like Scarface
Music is expression so tell me how art tastes
Or more how it sounds in the rhythm for your pleasure
Hedonistic tendencies keep you under pressure
Got no ideas that you can create
Unless you're sticking hose pipes through the Gatorade
No longer useful, they leave you in a day
No one to listen because you lost your chance to say
Everything you wondering and pondering
Your Knuckle to your chin
Looking like the thinker but lacking what's within
Why share your thoughts if they're all the same?
Wanna eliminate controversy it's the aim
Guess it's up to you, you wanna play the game?
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Writer(s): Yung Clout
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