mnd111 - What could freestyle

Singing bowl on the hood
Got me feeling good
Midi hooked up roll a wood
See my visions n what could
Happen n I should
Organize my time
Need to make these dreams
Turn to real-life things
Need to make these songs turn to streams
Need to make them streams turn to stacks
Bundle up the money give half-back
Take my half
And move out to the beach
I ain't coming back
I need to get away
Atlanta ain't the place to stay
I say that shit like every single day
None of these rappers gonna stick
They ain't got resonance
Ain't got shit
If bleach pull up I'll snap him like a stick
Stomp that boi out do it just for kicks
He talking about persona when he talking about those licks
He talking out his neck when he's talking all that shit
Better be polite when you talking to the kid
Better be respectful
Demons got a head full
High-grade shit I'm smoking medical
Never had them hit I'm talking edibles
Only smoking flour fuck them chemicals
For real
For real Fuck some pills
Xanny took two months away like what's the deal
I'll be chill
No more drinking that shit made my mental still
let's be real
Can't be fucked up if I wanna make a mill
Or big bills
Cuz The thought of never making it
For real
Gives me chills
Deep anxiety inside my brain it kills
Fuckin drills
Kinda Two steps on my hopes I'll call that skill
It ruins all my plans
My b
I won't be out tonight
Instead I'll stay inside
Play piano
I'll sing y'all lullabies
I know I kinda dipped
Before you dipped
We never got to say goodbyes
Hope my songs keep us alive
Bruh nevermind

Written by:
Gabriel Secen

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