Back To Earth
Space ship crashed brought me back to Earth
I got the make shift cash but I make it work
The clay slip bad and it taints the dirt
He carry freight ship bags that replace the purse
You know I lay the curse
Whipping in the front while you waste in hearse
Yo I face the Purp
Rising from the depths of the stress I reside in
Striving gets direct cause a mess burning mileage
Looking to the left hold my breath I hear sirens
I will not decline or accept move in silence
Violence stirring up in the crockpot
Rubber burning on the tires fire with the drop shot
Coming to the wire got desire for the top notch
Clicks what I require won't retire until the clock stop
Hot pussy juice on my breath when I step
Got the ink and I etch with the chips in the desk
The rest talking shit like they better than me
Rocking "S" on my chest because I'm evidently
The face of metropolis
Embracing the confidence
Race to the bottomless pit bitch I'm gifted
Whole crew be like Utah I'm assisted
Moving off of the screen slowly he drifted
Asteroid flow we blow your existence
Flew my ass to Neptune plummet back to earth
I went my separate way like a flock of geese disperse
Chunky B ain't with the shit you on know what I'm worth
I check it at the top of the month because I'm in first
Hotboxing with the hobgoblins in the cabinet
Rotten bitches flocking like I'm Jesus and they Catholics
Snot rocket hock it on a hot pocket plattering
College lunches burning expenses and it ain't flattering
I got the make shift cash but I make it work
The clay slip bad and it taints the dirt
He carry freight ship bags that replace the purse
You know I lay the curse
Whipping in the front while you waste in hearse
Yo I face the Purp
Rising from the depths of the stress I reside in
Striving gets direct cause a mess burning mileage
Looking to the left hold my breath I hear sirens
I will not decline or accept move in silence
Violence stirring up in the crockpot
Rubber burning on the tires fire with the drop shot
Coming to the wire got desire for the top notch
Clicks what I require won't retire until the clock stop
Hot pussy juice on my breath when I step
Got the ink and I etch with the chips in the desk
The rest talking shit like they better than me
Rocking "S" on my chest because I'm evidently
The face of metropolis
Embracing the confidence
Race to the bottomless pit bitch I'm gifted
Whole crew be like Utah I'm assisted
Moving off of the screen slowly he drifted
Asteroid flow we blow your existence
Flew my ass to Neptune plummet back to earth
I went my separate way like a flock of geese disperse
Chunky B ain't with the shit you on know what I'm worth
I check it at the top of the month because I'm in first
Hotboxing with the hobgoblins in the cabinet
Rotten bitches flocking like I'm Jesus and they Catholics
Snot rocket hock it on a hot pocket plattering
College lunches burning expenses and it ain't flattering
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Writer(s): Brody Burton
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