THE PALMER

Blunt of gelato to face Good grace This az gas a different taste August 4th that's the date When I realized niggas tryna race Don't even place Shit on my mind is super cold I get the shakes Reminiscing on good times Me and my ace I called her bae All in my head Lot of things I can't shake Dissatisfied with my life Wanted escape Branded in my mind Always remember the day Did it to myself But wouldn't break Jumped in it And the risk high stakes My fate Is solely in my hand Travel the world to different lands Put it on my soul that I got a plan No lie I forgot I was the man Won't ever let that shit slip again Dropping these gems And counting dividends Guarantee that I'm still getting juiced up And just relax cause I usually do too much Still the fucking man after the screw ups Going through tough times but finally grew up