Crisp new bills don't mean shit
Hippy with his fangs in the seamstress's
Sister switch lanes on the remix
Hudson river mera's hooptie had a sweet lisp
Lisp
Mdma & beats hittin
I was terrified thought i lost my soul trippin
Trying hard to be cool when i really isn't
Better fall back boy & play your position
Hmm
The moral of the story is
The soil that's supporting him
Is also eating him alive now cementing
Cemetery scent on the breath of veterans
Ugh gatekeeper with a gross reach
But now i'm hip to the law that you can't preach
Now i limp to a song that you can't teach
& i'm positively negative that this is freedom
A freedom that you can't seek
But a freedom that you must
Otherwise you'll dead alive
I could write a second verse but rather let my son talk