thirteen's interlude

Yeah Yeah, okay Yeah Yeah, yeah History always repeats itself, so I vibe Look It feels like I've always known everything Ignorance is a silly game, y'all don't wanna play with veteran I'm in the cut just like a Leatherman Been through the rough like a wedding ring Indica preference, I know I'll sleep better than Better than ninety percent of you fucks, all sleeping on my shit irrelevant Wake up And if they've been dreaming I'll say something Ain't nothing till your bank's coming to your house parties with the pay stub man Make something, don't make nothing I break drums, homie makes buckets Life's getting in the way some Well the plan B was to go and f*ck it What a ruckus Spending my mornings up off of the ground, less you talking bout dark roast Then I'm hitting the town for a minute before I head home, gotta spark notes Got some lyrics I wanna get into, but I don't know how Imma start those Rip apart flows like cold cuts I don't smoke dust cause the barcodes rip apart nose like Narcos Insides looking charcoal When the lights go, need a dark coat This a dark road for a dark soul I'm Feeling all sorts of things And I'm probably gonna need some help Cause I'm feeling all sorts of things But I really can't feel myself Think fast, we could run it back No past is too far to catch History always repeats itself, so I lie Think fast, we could run it back No past is too far to catch History always repeats itself, so I vibe Think fast, we could run it back