Stroll

P-Tree: Stepped stressing off the loop of life I rest through the night I wake up get dressed Sweat through my white shirt My head my might hurt And the bed so soft Is it worth it to get off it My threads Nike Like peeling back Papers and lighting To let the lightning strike I make time for it Might you get upset And tread on my psyche It’s unlikely I keep a tight paced stroll And the right laced vans And my white face show On your Instagram It’s a big smile While you try to understand it And mismanage your manuscript I handle my shit I’m a man with a handle on some Canibus bitch I pitch that down the line Bust a sick rap line Then I’m back in time Commit a crime where I damage your shit Just for the hell of it Bank$: You hate too see it, never mediated it's unappreciated let em stick in situation Fuck the reason and logic and our location They wildin where we at they be fucking up the rotation. Take a stroll in the backseat of the rav hoopdy i'm smoking on stupid, i'm moving real loosely, muscle go lax and i'm goofy, tears coming out my eyes and i'm sweating profusely, got muddy in the cup sipping made my fuse short need a new port for stress now I hope heaven don't refuse me I hope heaven don't refuse me I hope this bitch ain't tryna use me I hope she know my heart vacant and it's useless, it's bruised and intrusive I be ruthless, you gone tell me what i want or leave i don't need you or the full truth just dip on me. 90 down divine in the blue thang gotta roll one we gone get too croft couple zips on me. Imma get em off one day no problem couple brothers couple lbs and we all on it. Okay it's dank from Cambridge at 58, In the 8 baby just know i stay mobbing like ayeee