Doksun - Leaving (feat. Go'dell)

Hol' up one minute
You just might get it
A platinum, gold, silver, or bronze
Legit he bit it
If you can't feed it, beat it
Starving thoughts depleted
Addressed to resident
But still time to read it
Light joke talking
Like we tight rope walking
A long jaunt 'hind us
The strong want pined us
What once was a project
A gentle ficus
All felt correct
Over mental likeness
Chicken flew the coop
Did the lickin' on your boots
A cute brute was left mute
While you scoot and uproot
Left a good soul for an average Clydesdale
Kinda man to swing her, cuss out, and hide ale
Bah, what's the damn use at this point
Should take my coat and blow outta this piss joint
Gonna get to hoofing by the end of this race
Take your place, nag your case, oh yeah, and bag your
Face

Written by:
Gavin Borchardt

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