I Swear To God

If it wasn’t for the music... shit world I’m tripping my whole studio locked in the car,thanks for the swift return of a smile but these motherfucking playful level up with anger and level down with a cute smile saying I ain’t said shit but all the time a fucking wolve. A torrent or wind and refusal to attest or affirm she the one with the voice but I honor that...fuck that. Is it worth the attempt to gain trust and infiltration is a per day risk. I feel ya but it’s music way of find a way out our souls....

I leave as I came All is Well.

I come as I am I am as I come I come as Mississippi Stone Riding alone ain’t gotta look or come back... it’s off into the trenches and I ain’t asking for shit that I can’t in return become a company members. This or these thoughts can ducking frame a nigga in his sleep. This motherfucker talking at low monotone recording pillow talk. Answering questions pretending to be me. Do I beat this bitch for aid and assistance I’m mad as hell right now...inches from making this thought leave hear buck naked walking. But I’m a Big Homie the good would laugh to loud.

my life yhu know nun bout ain't have no bed slept on da Flo no lie

round here scared😑😑😑👽👤