Bungalo - Rubber Bands

Hop in the whip
My little homie legit
Passin' the weed in the zip
Speeding, my driving is shit
Fiending, I'm craving a hit
Stressing my weapon
Equipping my heaven sent blessing's a sin
Lessen my Wesson, I'm going to pen
Listen me, listen to truth
Open your eyes to the who
Listen to me and you'll follow the path
I gotta go get the cash
I gotta bury the stash
Shovel gravel on the bag
Dirty money in my hands
Dirty money rubber bands
Ooh
Satan speaking kinda funny, but I kinda understand
Jesus looking on my shoulder
Sitting he ain't even standing
I been hardly working, so this shit ain't working out
Waiting on a sign for so damn long I swear it's like a drought
Pieced a couple clues together but still I can't figure out
The true nature that it takes to get these words up out my mouth
Fuck your crew
Fuck yo chain
We gon' bang on this side, let it hang
Homie took a couple shots to the brain
He gon' need a Lil more to ease the pain
How much a dollar cost?
You wanted profit
See you riding round town
Tryna get a little pay today
Or pave a way
Get a little hungry
Later
See ya
Never wanna scrape to pay to stay heated
Cooling in the shade
Remained to say breathing
Face it
The race never been even
So I gotta get gassed just to out win all these demons
Vision vivid
Stay on my system I'm frigid
Cup spilling bliss
Listen, Uhm
I didn't mean it
I'm hidden and cleaning
Wishing reasons away
Watching seasons belong
Feel like breathing today
Summer sees the number grieving, wonder
Get to slumping you bummer
Cover your mumbles
Its underneath all the rubble
Sudden like feeling
Something
Like crumbling
Loved it once
Oh maybe a couple hundred corners in this room
Fuck your crew
Fumble what you been hunting
Keep hittin snooze
Left your pillow in two
You sum of the parts
You believer
You subterfuge

Written by:
Christian Termine, Daniel Lee, Jacob Ramos, Jon Kim, Liam Burke

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