(29-35hz)

This my expose. Balls to the pride like Detroit, ayy. I don't need a nine just to get my Way. Earl Grey tea, too hot, gotta wait. Fucking with somebody that I love gotta pay. Motherfuck rap, this is your last day. Brain make pain, my lane unnamed. Take two to the neck, then forget my name. Lot of things will, but bones'll never change. Sesh remain past my nine day. Kids so nice, adults so mean. Blood curd trails lead you to the team. Backwood trails, three miles when I wake. Tryna think good thoughts every breath that I take. Easy as seven dub. Early morning tryna beat the sun. No good shit ain't happening. I can't be happy, so I feel defective. There's just no unpacking it. After the accolades, after the casualty. Motherfuck the boogeyman, I thought what after me. I don't know. Kick in the front door with the.44. She ain't never hit me with the no-go. She just wanna be on me like a logo. Logo, logo. Hundred buck wraps in the monogrammed duffle. I swing blades, I ain't worried 'bout muscle. Must be brain dead tryna reach for my pockets. Open hand slap your dumb ass like Rihanna. Michigan misfit, Uptown legend. I'ma keep quiet, I'ma let you tell it. Put me on the spot, let me rock like Petty. Put me in the ground 'fore it get Too heavy. Nights so it's hard, but my days seem fine. My mind change when the sky lose light. Sun go down, I'm filled with bad thoughts. Hard for me to sleep, even harder to wake Up. What? Hard for me to sleep, even harder to wake Up. True. Hell, hell, yeah. Search.