Stork Ride

My momma lying was I invited to damn earth
I probably plighted when storks was flying I'd land curb
Sided I lacked guidance my hands sand dirt
E. coli rabbi praying higher powers would cram work
Invested so much time lying down man's hurt
Ain't make it far until I found momma's completed search

We'd probably laugh about how I completed the span first
King treated never had to face nun worst
Than my self I'd be lying say I ain't need no help
I was crying I was flying vision blinding couldn't see myself
Or my path
Till she swoop down to the grass
Manute height say the least
As we glide reach my peak
Backtrack and see the, streak of my ways
Still floating till I'm grounded
Denoting other mountains on my ride
Other shit we can't explain
Just more shit that we hide from need to confide something
See everybody but find nothing
Mouth shut but I'm humming
A beautiful tune my times coming times coming times coming
Time
My times coming times coming

I walked away from way less than I walked away with
People's champ reapers vamp all in the same playlist
Watched niggas lie I ain't bat an eye rather not say shit
Just spectated my iron sights ain't one to play with
Took another day trip left the soul vacant
Please let them say rip
Rest in peace to my enemies

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My momma lying was I invited to damn earth
I probably plighted when storks was flying I'd land curb
Sided I lacked guidance my hands sand dirt
E. coli rabbi praying higher powers would cram work
Invested so much time lying down man's hurt
Ain't make it far until I found mommas completed search



Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Marshall
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