Atlas Catalogue - FRUIT (feat. SouthWest Dfrnt & Z.A.C.H)

Low hanging or high hanging fruit
I'm still gone go for it
This a marathon so you know I run Forrest
Pray for your boy who else gone grind for us
Low hanging or high hanging fruit
I'm still gone go for it
This a marathon so you know I run Forrest
Pray for the op who else gone gun for us

Guess this the days I prayed for
Sun shining I'm grateful
Better days I headed towards
I won again I prayed more
Fireflies in the sky
Summertime angels
We all got good inside
Find different angle
Should I die feed my child
That's just the gang code
Got glow that's deep inside
Sun needs a home bro
Sheesh
Ninety degrees
Ninety degrees outside
Ninety degrees
Dropping the truth outside
You feel the heat
Bringing the bag inside just like a breeze
Sheesh
I need the keys
I need the keys oh my
I need the keys
They trapped the youth oh my
Come free the kids
These words gone live oh my
Be here for years

Low hanging or high hanging fruit
I'm still gone go for it
This a marathon so you know I run Forrest
Pray for your boy who else gone grind for us
Low hanging or high hanging fruit
I'm still gone go for it
This a marathon so you know I run Forrest
Pray for the op who else gone gun for us

The more I stress on opinions
The less I care bout' my difference
On the up and up ignore the ignorance
I got a tolerance
Fitting in is only for the firm spaces
Never been one to follow
I turn around and see footprints swallowing mine
Reassuring that they still patient
A hollowed heart makes for bravo cadence
The patrons came with acquaintance
A fragrance changes my conveyance
I'm waiting for all my blessing
Delivered to wrong addresses
Since over the hedges
Pressed us
Restless through endless jungle
Breathless headed toward the light
For light at the end of tunnels
Fine tuning a slow drip
A trip through extend funnels
Cakes you won't find at carnivals
My Arsenal
Carnivores obstacles
For meet and greets
Sweep you off your feet
Leap over brooms that beat over knees
Like the sticks of a popsicle
Fell in love with something I hate
Couldn't find an option too
Real nigga when I die
Realized I was a prophet too
Z.A

Written by:
Tim Richardson, Victor Gariseb, Zachary Majors

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