Vice City. - Live

This my presidential election, and I'm the president
No vice, vice city I hold no pity
The past on repeat, go ahead and take a leap
Delete, then slip on sleet
This thin ice, this is my demise if you can't see
I must control my conscience behind this mic
Oh I forgot, there's no ike to my mike
Headaches too cold, I'm feeling like mike, I just might
Stacking up my fingers, counting the back bites
Adrift off the slide, something slight
Jedi there's still hope, the future too bright
Em, double ex, triple eye, go fly a kite
In my mind lays treasure, pleasure cannot be measured
Back to the anvil, anvil
But yet, you rather watch other people's treasure unfold
This world too cold, so why the Fwub you acting so bold



Credits
Writer(s): Aydin Joshua Matanane
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