Running out of words
Never mind
Getting hurt
But you on my mind
Running outta words
Such a flirt
Getting hurt
But now I'm on my grind
Running out of words
Never mind
Getting hurt
But you on my mind
Running outta words
Such a flirt
Getting hurt
But now I'm on my grind
I'm running out
I'm running out
Of thing to say
Breathing in
Still Breathing out
Injustice sound
We lost George Floyd
For checking on the boys
Trading hugs for toys
Making Apocalyptic noise
I got a prophecy to keep
An oracle in a way
Tryna keep my omens
So I pray
On a day to day
Tryna let my light shine
Tie up my dolla sign
Healing shooters
Freeing troopers
From valleys
To enemy lines
For the creepin spies
While we changin the times
They put hate in your eyes
So you crave our demise
So we pray to the skies
To level the minds
For the day we shall rise
Coming sooner than expected
Like the days they projected
For the faith they detested
Now they tryn to neglect us
Again and again
I'm spittin it clear
So they hear we aint friends
Get ur endz
Meeting ur benz
Bring her girls
I need more 10s
Drinkz on the house
My Mickey needs your Mouth
Moshpit shit
Drunken hounds
Lost not found(Not found, not found)