Aye, hey, aye
Not only was it fun
I can't begin to run
I've tried that shit enough
I'm growing
But shit, my legs were growing tired
I'm slowing down
I'm holding out
F*cking with me like the old crew
Spilling soda in the mail boxes
Running rampant
Let the trail mock us
Buying nothing with the pale pockets
Failed to keep up
Not enough speech
Failed to reach up
Copped the new seat
Got the license
Copped a new me
Lost my niggas and I dropped a bit of my sanity too
What I see now is calamity gathering nothing but few
Demons to keep my ass grounded
Because lord only knows in my failure to buffer a truth
Ruthless
Mental strain is pretty ruthless
I see the veins in my hand
They're ballooning from nights with the cups
Into nights with the bottle
I'm failing to follow
I'm