Tree High Climbers - Pop

It's complicated
Fighting feelings of I'm the greatest
Mixed with hide my face, contemplating why be famous
Nix the crooks, make em look, can't deny we made it
Let minimal shit fall through the cracks in the pavement
You trying to get in, catch me out back getting faded
I'm always up front like Rosa
You're too pop, I got no love for soda

I'm always up front like Rosa
You're too pop, I got no love for soda
Say you sell the best pot
I can tell it's not, just from the odor
Powered by the natural gas, but some day not my cars motor
Encounter guys just rappin fast
What's the aftermath, once they start slowing

In my dreams I'll elbow you over and over and over
Then collect the green like it was just a lawnmower
I won't show discretion
Best respect my mind like a
Loaded weapon, no exceptions
Ain't with religion but I know the message
I'm sure of that shit
Rappin til the rapture
Get my ashes in a glass urn
Hear me clearer than you ever have
See it in the mirror staring at my better half

You claim you paid already
But I don't see your dues all I see is don'ts
All I need is to get some weed
Then go where I'm free to smoke
You breed excuses like life is hard
Far from expected, I accept it
Just be kinda smart then it's feasible
Even when it's hectic
Receiving threats is what you'll get if
You don't fret the consequences
When I give y'all a rare feeling
And all you are is common, senseless
If you tryin to fight, I wont pick it like I'm on the fence
This ain't a conga line, guarantee you wouldn't wanna follow this

It's complicated
Fighting feelings of I'm the greatest
Mixed with hide my face, contemplating why be famous
Nix the crooks, make em look, can't deny we made it
Let minimal shit fall through the cracks in the pavement
You trying to get in, catch me out back getting faded
I'm always up front like Rosa
You're too pop, I got no love for soda

Written by:
Kyle French

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