Finally
She worked at the ice cream shop
Tight jeans, white Reebok
I see her, me stop
Time freeze, see clocks
Technique a freak
Goddess of the sweet spot
Beats with the mouth
How I beatbox
Beast on a speaker
But to be honest
I need a bitch detox
Addicted to these thots
Arm in arm, I got three lots
But they ain't got
What she got, weak knees lock
Go deeper, she was
One of a kind
Loveable dime
But, she was mine
What she want in a guy
Hindsight says that's probably a lie
Lost and I find
Lots about myself
I got a lot to define
Dust off the shine
Drop toxic, I'm
Properly hot, iron on
Zion on the baseline
I don't give a shit
I ain't trying to waste time
I just want to write rhymes
Then stage dive
Live for a rhyme
Let it guide my journey I
Rise and shine right like it's early, you
Can't disturb the
Crafty wordy
Partly nerdy
Bar sturdy
Otherworldly
Kind of hurling words, like he fire twirling
My mind driving swerving, Kyrie Irving
Slightly turning
Tyre swirling
Style, a whirlwind
Search the isles
My kind so versatile
Haven't got deep on a verse
In a while
I hide my hurt with a smile
I'm first in the pile
Got thirst and I dial
Into the pen, so vile
I depend on my ol' friend
What I said so wild,
Skitzo child, I spit those vials
Sprint those miles, I'm mint
I'll kill, dip, crypto style
Your shit so mild
While I been on a trial
For murdering the mic
Verse that I write
It's my curse that I like
Hurtful device
Yearn the precise
Burn 'em and slice
Earning the prize
Your enterprise
Gonna crumble, fumble
In the dirt, you will lie
Mumble, jumble
You're the worst on my life
Thought this bird, was the wife
Turn of the tides
No longer my girl or the bride
This world is a lie
It took a lot to get here
I was lost and in fear
I let lots interfere
Prone to the head noise
Dropshots in my ear
Tossed in the air
No fucks, I'm aware
Of the cuts and the wear
Cunts everywhere
I'm adjusting the mirror
Huff and puff, and dust in the clear
Buck 'em and swear
No luck you cunt, enough I steer
Off in the rear
I got to stop dwelling on what I can't change
One day I will die when the light fades
Some people are better when they part ways
Guess I gotta suit up for that, draft day
If I ain't acquired fame and I pass away
I hope I'm known for laughs and the bars I make
Dark days where my headspace past the grey
I got enough on my plate like pasta bake
In the night sky, I lay in the grass
Halfway to hell, can't take from the past
Making my mark, I will stay for the craft
I study this shit, got a A in the class
Been through them all
With the greatest of ass
But this one had the flavour to last
I been growing, we laying apart
But it's breaking my heart
That we gave away the spark
Fine cut, like a steak of giraffe
Aim at your face with the bars
Slay with the art
Ain't gotta ask
Can't fake what I start
I stray from the path
I ain't been the same since April or March
Tasted a tart and a waste of an ass
Speed through life like racing a car
Shaking the glass, this fable a shark
Tale or arc
I pray for a star
Reach up, don't fly by
Looking for the right bright light
Highrise, from that point, I will skydive
If I can't live my life to write rhymes
I changed a lot
Made the top
Became the crop
Like T-Swift, had to shake it off
Laser locked, taser cocked
I came to shock
And make sure I stay for long 'cause I'm
Finally the me I want to be
Finally the me I want to be
Finally the me I want to be
Finally the me I want to be
Finally the me I want to be
Finally the me I want to be
Finally the me I want to be, I'm
Finally the me I want to be
Tight jeans, white Reebok
I see her, me stop
Time freeze, see clocks
Technique a freak
Goddess of the sweet spot
Beats with the mouth
How I beatbox
Beast on a speaker
But to be honest
I need a bitch detox
Addicted to these thots
Arm in arm, I got three lots
But they ain't got
What she got, weak knees lock
Go deeper, she was
One of a kind
Loveable dime
But, she was mine
What she want in a guy
Hindsight says that's probably a lie
Lost and I find
Lots about myself
I got a lot to define
Dust off the shine
Drop toxic, I'm
Properly hot, iron on
Zion on the baseline
I don't give a shit
I ain't trying to waste time
I just want to write rhymes
Then stage dive
Live for a rhyme
Let it guide my journey I
Rise and shine right like it's early, you
Can't disturb the
Crafty wordy
Partly nerdy
Bar sturdy
Otherworldly
Kind of hurling words, like he fire twirling
My mind driving swerving, Kyrie Irving
Slightly turning
Tyre swirling
Style, a whirlwind
Search the isles
My kind so versatile
Haven't got deep on a verse
In a while
I hide my hurt with a smile
I'm first in the pile
Got thirst and I dial
Into the pen, so vile
I depend on my ol' friend
What I said so wild,
Skitzo child, I spit those vials
Sprint those miles, I'm mint
I'll kill, dip, crypto style
Your shit so mild
While I been on a trial
For murdering the mic
Verse that I write
It's my curse that I like
Hurtful device
Yearn the precise
Burn 'em and slice
Earning the prize
Your enterprise
Gonna crumble, fumble
In the dirt, you will lie
Mumble, jumble
You're the worst on my life
Thought this bird, was the wife
Turn of the tides
No longer my girl or the bride
This world is a lie
It took a lot to get here
I was lost and in fear
I let lots interfere
Prone to the head noise
Dropshots in my ear
Tossed in the air
No fucks, I'm aware
Of the cuts and the wear
Cunts everywhere
I'm adjusting the mirror
Huff and puff, and dust in the clear
Buck 'em and swear
No luck you cunt, enough I steer
Off in the rear
I got to stop dwelling on what I can't change
One day I will die when the light fades
Some people are better when they part ways
Guess I gotta suit up for that, draft day
If I ain't acquired fame and I pass away
I hope I'm known for laughs and the bars I make
Dark days where my headspace past the grey
I got enough on my plate like pasta bake
In the night sky, I lay in the grass
Halfway to hell, can't take from the past
Making my mark, I will stay for the craft
I study this shit, got a A in the class
Been through them all
With the greatest of ass
But this one had the flavour to last
I been growing, we laying apart
But it's breaking my heart
That we gave away the spark
Fine cut, like a steak of giraffe
Aim at your face with the bars
Slay with the art
Ain't gotta ask
Can't fake what I start
I stray from the path
I ain't been the same since April or March
Tasted a tart and a waste of an ass
Speed through life like racing a car
Shaking the glass, this fable a shark
Tale or arc
I pray for a star
Reach up, don't fly by
Looking for the right bright light
Highrise, from that point, I will skydive
If I can't live my life to write rhymes
I changed a lot
Made the top
Became the crop
Like T-Swift, had to shake it off
Laser locked, taser cocked
I came to shock
And make sure I stay for long 'cause I'm
Finally the me I want to be
Finally the me I want to be
Finally the me I want to be
Finally the me I want to be
Finally the me I want to be
Finally the me I want to be
Finally the me I want to be, I'm
Finally the me I want to be
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Writer(s): Zach Byrne
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