Three Evils - Square one.

Back to square one
Back to square one
Back to square one
We're back to square
Back to square
I said it could work but I guess that's a lie
Long distance get ugly; I get it's a lot
But you had to start buggin
I'm Young but I'm not even Thuggin
I'm shruggin' my shoulders like damn
I gotta go Mike now; I ain't even wanna
I'm not wit the drama
I just gotta get in the stu, and it's done
Holding the cards but I want all the guala
She showing the signs, but I can't be her father
We back in the streets; it ain't nothin to honor
I got my timepieces, I'm flexing, you clock it
I'm bitter, that's right, and I gotta flash on her
Now, I'm feeling jaded cause
You were my jewel
And I swear that I made you
I guess I'm a tool
I thought I found a lil gold in the dirt, so
I dug you up outta there
Guess I'm a fool, huh
She made a mistake, and I think that she know that
There's only one L, and I told her to hold that
This my first day out, and I'm feeling like Kodak
Got another one throwing back just like Bodak
And she said to take care…She don't want me to kill myself
Been through much worse, and I still couldn't drill myself
Still got the gift that I bought her; it's in the shelf
Think Imma sell it cause I need the inner wealth
In the whip, intimate
Volume up, I gotta lose all my interest
Wish I was innocent
I'm in my pocket; I'm in the mitt
Dirtied my glove with the sentiments
Dirt in my eyes, I hate the sediment
Doing my best to fight off resentment
Back in my tenement
But there's no adrenaline left
Back to square
We're back to square
Uh, I can't make you want something you never wanted for real
I'd rather have all of these honors than
Partners for whom a lil effort's a problem
I'm just being honest
I'm not the fondest of modest lil women; they oddest
I need a lil horoscope baby
That nonsense is crazy
The **** is so brazy
I need some more knowledge, wow
I really should thank you
This goin fed, and I'm runnin' in banks, too
All of this hater stuff, I'm not above it
You thought that I was
I assure you I wasn't
Now, we right here in the session
There's pain in my voice
You can hear the inflections
Lay my Soul all over tracks
You can hear the Selection
Back on the ballot, I'm winnin' elections
And I gotta toast that
Know that I boast that
You know I tote that
Girls in the streets, and they yellin' at me
You know what I'm sayin
Baby, the goat's back

Written by:
Isaiah Swann

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