Atlas Catalogue - RACECAR (feat. FAAATHOM)

Running through my mind like a fast car
Know you front to back like a racecar
Know I'mma shine like a space star
Canis Major in my chest
Know my flavors, it's the best
Nothing major, I just guessed
Hit the stage, I do a flex
And then I boot up
Think you fucking with me right now that's unusual
Niggas say "you still rap", Of course my nigga, facts
Quitting not a thing I do
My vices thrive in that
Working on myself daily
I'mma make myself pay me
On my way up
I said I'm on my way up
What the fuck
Ten thousand hours in a nutshell
Put my passion all in a shell case
Up in your dumb face
If you try to slow pace
Allen I the fadeaway
My shots great
Skate skate skate skate skate skate skate
Skate skate skate skate skate skate
I'mma skate every time I touch down
You can skate when you light on the ground
Wings on my back like cuatro
God give advice like apostle
You are not aware of what I'm onto
If you miss your chance it'll haunt you
You just gotta skate skate skate skate skate skate skate
Skate skate skate skate skate
You just gotta skate skate skate skate skate skate skate
Skate skate skate skate
You just gotta skate skate
Put some m's in my face
I'm at the crest of my swing
I'm the next best thing
I'mma skate skate skate skate skate skate skate
Skate skate skate skate skate skate skate

Written by:
Malik Cumberbatch

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