Ben Schack - Tracers (feat. Cubbz)

I see things that don't exist
And I can't see what's right in front of me
What am I?
I'm puffin on some piffy
I'm fuckin' gettin litty
I'm sippin 'til I'm shitty
Singin' duets with my bitty
Yeah, I do it for my city
Tattoo it if you wit' me
I used to get real itchy
Off that Houston like I'm Whitney
I'm shifting im changin'
Im in a different lane
Switchin' and swangin' and sangin'
Trust in what I'm sayin'
Shit, I'm prayin' that I make it
I can't even fake it (fuck, man)
I can't even take it
Wave them deuces in they faces
Feelin' lucid, seein' tracers
So I move in, I got aces
Break my tooth, so I got braces
I was boostin', stealin' basses
I was safe, but I caught cases
I got loose 'cuz I'm Caucasian
Spruced up for the occasion
Yeah, I'm juicin', yeah, I'm blazin'
Oof, my heart is racin'
Think of you, it get to breakin'
In my room I'm wake-and-bakin'
Do it all to kill the pain
And checkin' bank accounts and statements
Stayin' anywhere that's vacant
I never been complacent
Just don't end up at that station
Sitting so low, low pro'
Whipping through the city
Riding solo, dolo
You ain't fuckin' with me
When I had no dough, no hope
Situation sticky
Now i gotta go-oh woah-oh
If ya want me come and get me
Sitting so low, low pro'
Whipping through the city
Riding solo, dolo
You ain't fuckin' with me
When I had no dough, no hope
Situation sticky
Now i gotta go-oh woah-oh
If ya want me come and get me
Had to hit the road
Shit I miss the cold
Tend to forget the days i was gettin throw'd
Ashing misty eyed, leave me mystified
Bitch if i roll up a list of my problems I'm gettin high
Just to get by
You ain't gotta do me wrong to get right
It's been too long since midnight
Gotta stand up when it don't sit right
You know i can't face it
Keep it on the flip side
You know i can't change it
You just a dick ride
What's stopping ya from copping some
Bury it deeper, it keep popping up
Ducking officers, steady watching us
You know that block was popular
Lemme hit you when I'm back around
Hit it from the back when I'm back in town
You ain't know, better ask around
You backing out, who's laughin' now
Time waits for no man
The devil, She loves to dance
Yeah the mood is enhanced
When i'm lost in her trance
I get a rush from a touch
My soul in her hand
Can't give her up and i can't get enough
No I don't stand a chance
Sitting so low, low pro'
Whipping through the city
Riding solo, dolo
You ain't fuckin' with me
When I had no dough, no hope
Situation sticky
Now i gotta go-oh woah-oh
If ya want me come and get me
Sitting so low, low pro'
Whipping through the city
Riding solo, dolo
You ain't fuckin' with me
When I had no dough, no hope
Situation sticky
Now i gotta go-oh woah-oh
If ya want me come and get me

Written by:
Andrew Cubberley, Ryan Schackow

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