(seph woods: verse 1)
Okay, okay, I hate to crash the party
But we out of Bacardi and this shit gettin’ gnarly
Inclined to spend, well, hardly
I’m McFly like Marty, got no doctorate
But I be disectin’ decisions like it’s surgery
Nursery rhymes knocked me out when it was bedtime
But lately, I ain’t shut eye, mind racin’ on the incline
Plant seed, 10 toes grounded but keep my head high
In the sky, we fly, we try, goin’ south, then retry
Birds eyes, P.O.V. birds for the I.C.E
What’s sad to me ain’t always sad to you
Lost myself in the search of truth
Maybe that ain’t even what I’m supposed to do
Maybe it’s just what I’ve been told to do
The end is nigh what it’s comin’ to
How you gonna go? It’s up to you

(akito: chorus)
I don’t want no death grips, I’m just tryna thriller with ya
You’d think it was Texas, way our love feels bigger than ya
Girl you tryna smoke this? You know we ain’t got no liquor
All I got is roaches, you could be my babysitter

(akito: verse 2)
Yeaaaaaah
I don’t want no problems if you ain’t gon redo with me
I walked the tightrope with you, you got problems, do you really?
Okay, I earn my winnings then I dip
Okay, brodie all in I know
The label calling, I know, the profits coming
Where is you at hoe?
I’m at the stu, hurry up take the backroad
We the glue, beats smooth like a clear coat
She got nails but she cool with a deepthroat, yea
And I’m moving like a speed boat
Got shield EVO, free throw from the line
Cheat code with the lines, get signed in a minute
All the while still smoking this spinach
She ride my broomstick like it’s Quidditch
She hear the hook, then and there I’m in it
Read a book, damn, cus this verse written
Getting looks, damn cus this shirt linen, yea

(val: verse 3)
I wanted to chat with you, have a go at you
Pin point at you, slow-mo the view
Love the way you think, heart the trinkets
Yeah I’m wired, get under blankets
You and me we make a pair
Like Stanley Kubrick and his weirdo flicks
Or Antistasi when you click on Arma
I swear I’ll fix ya like that
I mean you’re a little older, you’re way taller
Smart as all hell, could be a doctor
You’re pretty too, set up dates
Look at all the clues that i’m into
Lets get intoxicated, talk for plenty hours
I got us, I’m really into you, you’re flawless
You drive me mad, to a state of solace
To a state of solace

(seph woods: verse 4)
This bitch been givin' me soup like I’m sick
Chicken noodle, so enthused
I flew over out cocoon
Out the concrete was a bloom
Feel like youth, can't fit in my shoes
Ain't keeping with the news
I’m focused on you, but (bad news)
My parents home soon, fuck (aw)

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