pulp Cruz - speed

The clouds seperated
The mound was easy to climb really an excavator
Really a test to my talents i'm seeing manic faces
And the rest of my panic prompted by shit i'm taking
I live in my tackle box i'm fishing for options
Cram a lot in i'm often awfully off the topic
I don't pocket watch we keep tally's on all the wins and loses
Resurface with new purpose i plan to get it popping
Up and down the coast i'm at L.E.S. where the money talking
Ten hours back just to end up right where this shit started
Love shown that i ain't owed i'd rather play it cautious
Twenty-four trips round the sun and then we back into august
Catching the grove
I'm cautious with the jabs and the way that i move
It's task and occasions to do
All my eggs in the basket all my cash in the roof
I'm not saying be passive i'm just asking for truth

Back to my journal cracking like ashes and kernels
Found a breach in my contract lately breeding diversion
Swinging it back and forth
I'm revenxnt with the keys
I'm bringing y'all back a portion i promise we all will eat
Back to my daily routine
Im weeded up sweeping up everything til it's clean
I'd rather be seated up with yo bitch out the way
Not feeding into stuff that don't hold actual weight
I'm real sturdy now
Thirty on the clock i been clocking in just to keep a count
Five til it's gone then it's back to work for another round
Three minutes early we shifty we found another route
Leaves changing color i'm from a place where we need the clouds it's like

It's like

Nah really it's light

All this shit is light

Written by:
Jaron I Lamot, Garrett Marshall Barnes, Kurt Zimmer, Colton Fisher, Jason Rabinowitz, Craig Smith

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