I've been out here in the rough
Minding my business, doing my stuff
She really want all of my love
How do I know that I'm ready for yours
The rain in Seattle was cold
Layer up and I go back for more
With the pressure you handle a storm
And the path I chose a long road
You might crash and lose all control
In a flash consume all your hope
Hit the dash pedal, foot to floor
Did the math, I still went for gold
Sit down, plan it out
Tryna maintain a new standard now
I don't eat cake when they pass it to me
We don't act fake for these cameras
I'ma lay it like a finger-roll
And in the wind these feelings go
Might lose a part of you to grow
It's a long shot but you never know
Go philosophical on a poem
I got a great hand, no way I'ma fold
We put in work from the early morn'
I'm taking off to the unknown
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I've been out here in the rough
Minding my business, doing my stuff
She really want all of my love
How do I know that I'm ready for yours
The rain in Seattle was cold
Layer up and I go back for more
With the pressure you handle a storm
And the path I chose a long road
You might crash and lose all control
In a flash consume all your hope
Hit the dash pedal, foot to floor
Did the math, I still went for gold
Sit down, plan it out
Tryna maintain a new standard now
I don't eat cake when they pass it to me
We don't act fake for these cameras
I'ma lay it like a finger-roll
And in the wind these feelings go
Might lose a part of you to grow
It's a long shot but you never know
Go philosophical on a poem
I got a great hand, no way I'ma fold
We put in work from the early morn'
I'm taking off to the unknown
Minding my business, doing my stuff
She really want all of my love
How do I know that I'm ready for yours
The rain in Seattle was cold
Layer up and I go back for more
With the pressure you handle a storm
And the path I chose a long road
You might crash and lose all control
In a flash consume all your hope
Hit the dash pedal, foot to floor
Did the math, I still went for gold
Sit down, plan it out
Tryna maintain a new standard now
I don't eat cake when they pass it to me
We don't act fake for these cameras
I'ma lay it like a finger-roll
And in the wind these feelings go
Might lose a part of you to grow
It's a long shot but you never know
Go philosophical on a poem
I got a great hand, no way I'ma fold
We put in work from the early morn'
I'm taking off to the unknown