[Verse 1: Mavi]
Man
Runnin' out tunnels
Rollin' up funnel, up and down roads like the runnels open
Eyes closed to recover but I can't go so I struggle fumbling the puzzle pieces
And tussle in the summer we discovered other reasons
I took my little brother birthday shopping off of pieces
You'll see Jimmy Hoffa face again before you hear me breathe heavy
Nigga I'm a chief
Ready two-headed ax
Packing headlessness to sharpened wedge
Took the flowers from the forbidden fruit and carved the petals
All my brethren lawless steppin' marksmen
Level march you test it
The best panacea is to abandon that concept
The dissipated thugs a grade above, they ain't draw yet
Chest smokin'
Lesotho and in a makeshift prom dress
Out my bed it contest overcommits
Secondhand cough stress
Roll up, heart collection of moments
I saw forgetting
I done fucked up, fixed it, fucked up again and lost forgiveness
I call vitriol for riddance
I scold, not often right
These niggas can write me off, I still'd beat 'em as a writer
And I ain't silly enough to fake friendliness end up fightin'
You ain't god or the knowledge of my builder
I ain't frightened, young lightning
Man
Runnin' out tunnels
Rollin' up funnel, up and down roads like the runnels open
Eyes closed to recover but I can't go so I struggle fumbling the puzzle pieces
And tussle in the summer we discovered other reasons
I took my little brother birthday shopping off of pieces
You'll see Jimmy Hoffa face again before you hear me breathe heavy
Nigga I'm a chief
Ready two-headed ax
Packing headlessness to sharpened wedge
Took the flowers from the forbidden fruit and carved the petals
All my brethren lawless steppin' marksmen
Level march you test it
The best panacea is to abandon that concept
The dissipated thugs a grade above, they ain't draw yet
Chest smokin'
Lesotho and in a makeshift prom dress
Out my bed it contest overcommits
Secondhand cough stress
Roll up, heart collection of moments
I saw forgetting
I done fucked up, fixed it, fucked up again and lost forgiveness
I call vitriol for riddance
I scold, not often right
These niggas can write me off, I still'd beat 'em as a writer
And I ain't silly enough to fake friendliness end up fightin'
You ain't god or the knowledge of my builder
I ain't frightened, young lightning
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