Rocking to some of this raw hip hop sh** Here to bust some sick rhymes for all the godless Heathens heart beatings against the hard streets its Hard to eat with all these dark meetings in secret I came here to leave with the best of the best Only blazing that top shelf weed sh** Hands up if your rap game's on point You can call me gout the way I'm busting all these sick joints Head to head smoke sesh you can't defeat us Put the weed on the table and let's see what's Up dope beats give me the writers rush And all our dabs are gold because we got the midas touch Best bundle up because winter is coming up The great outdoors like makeup it's time to cover up So wake up it's time the thunder struck And save up some time cuz we're running out of luck My brain keeps tripping over and over
Its sober a loner no closure to roads here I'm like thunder stomping across the dead tundra Keep it 100 nah, I keep it hot like the sun's mother Burning summers, I donna suit made of rubbers Takes too long to walk, that's why we hover Time flies when we have to say good bye When worn out welcomes you back with a tear in her eye With fear in her heart, when demons rip apart your whole Entire self and paint the walls with your bloody parts It's easy to get trapped inside of black holes That's the whole point every time your eyes close Every time the mind froze It's hard not to let go when you're stuck in rewind mode It's hard to be kind so Warnings don't usually bite you in the behind so Climb on out from the mire to the spire We got mad love for all of earth's pretty liars