back'to'the'basement* Video (MV)

(Punk, Punk, Punk!)
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Lawless
I was twostepping on comets
Young buck from the East coast kept giving into oxycodone
Couldn't seem to get off em
Oh so modest
You keep me honest
Sweat, tear drop
I'm out of medication
F*ck it
Hotwire the car and drink while driving
Back to the basement
2020 I had a feature mind rich
Didn't know DFT that timespan
Crazy how a one nights notice
Drops sooner than the sound from Poland
Sixteen is crazy to think about
Maturity didn't change a bit
Assaulted, Arrested, Admitted to hospitals
Back when I only had myself
Give me something strong to fall back on
That's what all the light coverup for
I'll let her dot up my face and then go
See what the computer do to my aura
Winding down by covering blinds
Just in case I wasn't clear enough
If you belittle the little in me
I might give into prayer and kill the old me
Give me a break
I collapse my eyelids to nothing but shambles
Rubbing my hands I'm addicted to putting my life on the line, yeah
That's what I mean when I say that I gamble
I feel like a tempest
Duel wielding the both of our lives in the matter of seconds
Hand on the roof
Head out the window you know they won't miss us
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Uh, yeah
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Yeah, uh, yeah
Back to the
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(We're going back)
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K, go!
I done made so many songs
I done made so many friends and I showed all my friends how I make all my songs
All of the friends that I showed had an interest in music so we would make songs
I'm losing sight of my friends, this hobby turned serious, only the songs
I'm already turning overstimulated... so without occupation I felt like my friends were just filler
But as the connections turned weak, I would struggle to fill a void
I'm chewing clock like it's filibuster, I've been waiting to drop all my stories
Never mix passion with business, everything wrong with Olivier Star
She was slitting her wrists in the back of my car, drive by your house up in Ogden, I always feel pain in my heart
I'm losing vision like medical chart, I'm losing vision like Yatchy
Make a connection real solid, it vanishes all of a sudden, I'm rotting
My father came back from the jail while my father still sat in the cell in the lobby
A goal to get Ricch like I'm Roddy, threw Adam (Kid Richard) the mic and it became a harmony
Jovial heard on the speakers so loud, the waves travelled to places erotic
Parker, a beautiful soul, we had blurry schemes through our stages of talking
I crave, no, I yearn for a spark in a woman so often
You can try (to) beat up this posse
I will always be eppy, learn how to love without rapping with Sause, see
Decorated neck, cross, see
Coming to terms with the fact that I'll never be special reliving the burden, exhausting
I'm not a rapper, I will just rap when I want it
Look
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(I'm so, I'm so)
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(I got my)
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(I got my)
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Me and Toni got the back to the basement
Punk!