INTO THAT LONG NIGHT

Why teach you to shoot it out Some people just dumb as shit Ask my momma she the one that blessed me with advice You see? That's just one assist Might sub my vices for a punishment Let's hope it ain't gonna numb my wits If pain is felt, I'll survive the wince Strive to be on this level kids Catch the tidbits Cryogenic You get tired while the climate shifts The town is frozen when my mouth is open What I speak of, cold Boston winds Did y'all let me go off again With these thoughts and my heart and pen Cuz I just got amped and I'm going in And I'm strictly business, no Tamarin Catch your balance, stop shaking man If I blink again, you'll probly flinch My pilot light is so bright and lit Born imperfect. Ain't seen it since If yo props come from the block you spin And you get paid more to drive opps to fin I'm waving bye to yo innocence You niggaz deader than the opps you hit Get through the thick. Vacate the thin Wheaties eat. Not vomiting Win my bouts, don't know opposites Best hold my palm when there's cars amidst Cannot replace your consciousness When you get whacked or by bumpers hit Might lose your soul. That's why I'm nervous Seize palm and try strides again Rush the game, they stuff blockers in Must contain the sly lineman then Go deep and throw it in a fucking swirl Just make sure that the target's hit Barring on, catch real talk No punt intended. Not dropping shit Caught the pigskin and I hear folks yell And I ain't talking bout college shit Champagne will tell of my accomplishments I make moves that's positive Show me a child that's a problem then I say that's the right form of wits But that ain't due forms of punishment Get pissed and just aim to harm a kid Who gets high from bringing harm to kids I propose a shift, Tecton and nics Match the force. Bring on the edge Can't go past. Press on the crest That shit gets old and let's call it Greg Time do move plates and how long it is Gone press it further, now stone it is This ain't cap, but I'm on your head Say I'm adapting a tone of myth I loved the choice, I'd make it wrong again Now I'm in Texas on some corny shit Safe Greg. Roped the bridge I still give perfect ass lines that hit Yes indeed, that pen can flip Stand up, like I had to stretch Derek called and I ain't dismiss Can't mess with me I'm just a G If you put that on the front of -nius Gone Can't mess with me I'm just a G If you put that on the front of -nius Gone