What's Good

Life is good
But it can be better

With every minute sent spent spout spinning out
And every limit prohibited tends to clear a route
Inhibit anything I feel'd bring a shadow and prevent devout me spinning out
Heat the words from my lips with a rapid mouth twitch till it's fire that I'm spitting out
In without the copy paste bullshit
Cocky pace, soon as my pen hit the page I knew this shit was written out

Cutting up the beat and bass bust up your face
Of the speaker brace you might loose your footing
If you don't start moving
So if you ain't here to stay
Then get the fuck out my way

I'm still obscured and as sick as I've ever been
Quick witted word spitting tricks
Switched out the spliffs, the ticks, the baggies, the bits
No more baggage fuck that shit quit breaking my back for pricks
So till I need a stick to waddle home I'll be chatting tall tails with a pen pick and rusty tone
Bite the bullet till I'm sat upon a musty throne and roam free tossing dogs out dusty bones
I moan freely, overgrown see me drone on the phone in a monotone keenly
Sold my soul but this shit redeems me in the world of cut throat blokes I stay dreamy
So speak to me, I know where you're stood
Quit it with your if, buts, could have beens and shoulds
What would have stuck
It seems greed turned good in the blink of an eye now you need what I got
What's good?

With every minute sent spent spout spinning out
And every limit prohibited tends to clear a route
Inhibit anything I feel'd bring a shadow and prevent devout me spinning out

Cutting up the beat and bass bust up your face
Of the speaker brace you might loose your...
Cutting up the beat and bass bust up your face
Of the speaker brace you might loose your footing
If you don't start moving
Cutting up the beat and bass bust up your face
Of the speaker brace you might loose your footing
If you don't start moving
So if you ain't here to stay