Tumbleweeds (feat. Jerry Vegas) Video (MV)

Let's get straight to business
I don't try to buy time, but to be honest with ya, I don't let everything slide, yeah
Life can tumble like them weeds, but still the breeze will push by
I don't take "no" for an answer, yes, I do not like filler rhymes
I been on a roll
Figured I might try to go in
Push the gas and out my way
Yeah, I'm faster than that, but I'm faster than my feet can break for it; that's a wrap
In a flurry, I'm flourished
Please get out of my hair unless you'd chase a tortoise
This won't end well
I just morphed into a person who can absorb things
Keep it stored as a whole distortment
Keep it balled up, find a target, let that swell up, then it grows and I blast you with deadly forces
How this flow sound-you know I'm spittin' bare
Drums loud as a snare
Best I tear this beat apart, let it dissolve in the air, watch them particles fly, dissembling cells everywhere
I get blunt; I don't care, but I'm blazing through the puffs of smoke that I left here
Postponed it
My soul drifts, relocates, condone things I molded
Shape-shifter cyclonin'
I've gone in out goin'
Times rollin'
It's that massive attack, bars are jam-packed
Mau-mau-mauled off the grass, cuttin' it back
Called y'all off with the rap
Big impact
With the facts, the artifact he's diggin'
Gritty contact
Re-counteracted with the blast
Enough with the puns
It's time to punish and own this
Looked to my left and I just hooked myself with the lotus
Dust just stay floatin'
I look to my right, is it wrong to still think that I'm chosen
(Yeah, mmm)
Nevada, kind of
Type of "mind-gone" spittin' lines, um, but just keep in mind that this guy won't hesitate to try
Deserted in the desert 'cause this rap game feelin' dry, yeah
We tumblin', always end up tumblin' (Swag, on my mom)
We tumblin', always end up tumblin'
Once you on a roll you realize you are somewhere
We tumblin', always end up tumblin' (Yup)
Sippin' on some bourbon, finna make the world sick
Got gems, I always pearl it, curvin' on their girlfriends
'Cause f*ck that, I'm on my own
I'm coolin' and I'm on a roll
A pot of gold's my foster home 'cause, homie, I've been all alone
Hard to not feel lonely when there's simpletons around you
Bitches and some clowns too, wishin' I'd go out soon
'Cause I ain't got no hope left, but no stress
I'm so set, like woah, bet, I'm focused, makin' my doors open
Leavin' the islands in need of assignments
Always gotta tight grip
Keepin' my mind fit
Cerebral-type highs hit
I'm seein' the dice flip
Restock the gas, cough and laugh
The reason my night's sick
Swervin' to the exit
Don't forget that I'm reckless
I learn and then finesse it
My worst shit is yo bestest, yah
Shout out Brandon Carter
That verse wasn't serious, don't take it seriously
Really? Nah, for real dude