Mini Brute

[Hook]

I came on my own two feet

I left with the gasoline

Walk back to my breakdown

It came like a passing breeze

Never know where it’s taking me

Patience, push that function

Just ain’t working now

But I’ll work it out

I’ll work it out

[Verse 1: P.O.S.]

Find me up with the art

In the back of the building

Installation creates the spaces I’m filling

Still as dust, sculpted to beauty

Sore dead, catch em zone at the ceiling

They better off cause my corona burn they retina

Warn with lecture so of course they all ignored it

They toss the board, pieces on the floor

Games blown like so many tops

Cool, calm, collect two hundred more, ride til last stop

Lose the key, choose to sleep instead of waking up with me

Up to me, chosen few

Chose to be over you

Greener green, better view