Chris Ro$e - YVRX2 (Throne Freestyle) lyrics

Now will I break platforms Star gazing, car chasing swear they tryna catch me Lane swerving, flame burning Hear they tryna ash me But I'm nicotine addicted to the fickle dreams lastly Listening to Neon Indian, I'm blasting Tiger5hark asked em for the visuals, I'm casting She do the slot machine Life's a gamble but I'm candid, never beat round the bush White house the lawless mansion Socrates to these entertainment properties Slaved to the course of what they think is the proper deed Dicaprio told me bout' 3 dimples I start the scene Have ya skull lying on the table, pardon me I'm sparring these, Little Davids apparently Slingshots missed, my point of ease, your poignant dreams [Pause] Spiral outta fashion, trend trailers. Get off ya knees Wipe the future of this generation off Blatant demigod, Reagan crossed for the better cause Avalanching to nowhere particular, coast clear, meticulous Toast cheers and ribbon cuts Spill thoughts on a blank and leave room for interpretation Never give thanks and we soon to hit formidable peaks Palms shivering weak at the thought of me conjuring me up enough confidence clarity and the competence Radical for capital summation Lavish in the statement, this the balanced indication of the battle scars I could probably dodge a drone, but I'm tryna rob the throne, Danny Ocean, where the cameras are Palm reader, tell me what my future holds Lucrative, punitive, as far as execution goes Less effective who'd known Absence of my prudent tone Often lackadaisical, I lack the praise. You soon to know f**ing alcoholic, as I grab my wallet Spending it on brew and tonic Swimming pools is too ironic Tryna stay afloat, rose and jack. Get it, ponder it Parking lot squadron, don't this feel like pendergra** or something Supposed neophyte, this the trio right Me, myself and eyes could only graze what I examine Selflessness is rampant, next chapter's memorandum Tryna stay in one direction. X factor's in a tandem Middle fingers and defy all precedence Until we riddle, mingle in them 5 star residence Goodbyes are irrelevant, back stabbers, rack grabbers. Chat faster, conversations bore me And if contabands make her dance, cops and vans take chance, then it's confiscations surely Orphanage ideas that I abandon is often as I thought em Guess it's hard to stay one track, plan B