Produced By Ogi feel the Beat
No use in constantly wondering if they feel me
I just live it like i need someone constantly filming
Shout the young snare all my loving to the steel strings.
Ima young bear. ask someone about the trill, you aint, seeing much demi god.
Seat yourself w me dogs.
Hit this green gently bra
While i rock like iggy pop.
32 ounce muddy cups? I’m more intrigued w muddy blunts.
And primos than sipping cough. tryna trip the longest. get real
Step close and get your fill. Green come from a field.
Meadow below a hill. Catch the feels look on your face
Hits like a pill no Sub in for the real
Guitar strings are to heal folks.
I put the addressed Beat to REST so press play
Flow switch set you back in your seat with no hesitation
Wheres the paint. Put the canvas on the easel.
In life you get no redos, Same shit with this art.
If i die tomorrow. Still speak to you.
I just hope my last message reaches houston, over out.
Crash landed and nice to meet you.
The Kid loved the people. We’ll bury him with some diesel.
Pour 40’s on the ground and bump the 420 supra sequel.
Bitch, hold up i aint ending i am just beginning.
I aint dead I’m a born to be legend.
Life is so sick
Day after yesterday might be so lit
I aint been able slow it down in a minute
I’m on my grind always a good time to get it
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