Moon
Got the wheels on the pave as I push on
Always want the raw
Don't cushion
The truth and the fact
If you do suck my sack
Cause I don't need blinders
On my path

Still Llama to my pinky toe
Fit wet
Sink is broke
Progressed from the timid flows
Eating when the sesh a go
From vouchers
That I goy from floors
And now a days
I don't really tend to go

Bacon on deck
That's a greasy board
Inspiration what I'm fiending for
Cause I never wanna lose it
Fuck the cheddar
I've been home more than ever
Getting cones with vanilla
With my hun she a tiller
Items on scan
Shows got the mic shook
Venting round a tight hook
But they don't pay attention
Focused on how I look
FL on everything
I'm not out of Brywood

Events not worried bout the quantity
But the quality
Of people who show up for me
And not begging stuff for free
And I know I'm gown eat
Man this talent is my cutlery

But

If you my homie don't lie to me
Tell me the truth
If you don't fuck with my shit
Ain't much I can do
My girl ain't fuck with my sounds
But we still hella cool

So don't play for a sensitive tool
So keep it a buck 50
If you in the cut with me
Instead of mood killing
While our trucks thinning
In the city grinning
With our shitty sinning
Mysterious
Like i post with Quentin

What a villain
But the mind change
When the story told
After perception sold

Homies had a civil war
Communication was on code
But I saw the outcome
And presence
Dissolved

And I tend not to go where they post
And I need to find the buoyancy
To keep my self a float
And I found that
Inspiration
Came through where i lounge at
So it's more frequent
When I bounce tracks
With these cakes I'm facing
Stop procrastinating
Just to find my lane is vacant
Cause i ain't trying to do the style of the time
Just to know it's getting dated

She mad I ain't chase her
But I'm not to fond of alcohol
And sometimes I doubt if I can love at all

Young and selfish
I got salmon y'all
Just doing what I love
Seeing what my life is panning for