Son One - Newman

"It was about 1200 bucks"
"Kramer!"
"That's Newman"
"I'm on the roof!"
"Well, what are you waiting for?!"

Planning on running it back
Imma hit em back to back
Running through a hundred racks
I've been through it with the rest
I walk on the beat and I'm blowing the vest
I couldn't see with the blood in my eyes
And the smoke in my chest as I run with the reaper
Begging for time, I got somewhere to be
Don't be wasting my time cause it never been cheap
I'm backing up vocals, you bagging up dimes
I'm back in the building and back in my prime
Now I got a second to show you the worth
and I'm getting to work every time
On the drop of the dime, I'm gone ride every night
Ash on my wrist with a blade and a pipe
Got lungs full of lean and a pint full of Sprite
Feeling the fire surround me, I'm higher than Tommy
The trigger won't miss you
Just another sin in my red room
Singing red rum in my bedroom
Like I'm calling out the void, reaching for death
My cigarillo rolled taking a step
Taking a pull as I'm losing my breath
I'm laid out in my bed I now got concrete on my legs now
And I'm drowning out all my problems
Napping with fishes and coolers of kidneys
Evidence thrown in the narrows
With no hesitation of who been there sleeping
I been out for seasons
Hiding in currents and shifting with sand
Down in the gutter with bud in my hand
Smoking a lot like I got a demand
Don't you understand

Written by:
Jackson McLeer

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