Lyrics:

Verse 1
I’ve been in training camp to move mountains/
One ounce of bounce, I need a whole pound/
To jump, not come down, aroused, arose round the time we fell down/
Scraped up both our knees, but did not back down/
Said, fighters we were, survivors we are/
I shine, but no star, I find I need more/
Than what I grew with, can’t watch the dew drip/
I’ve no time to sit, one day we’ll reminisce/
Bout each kick and kiss, the things that went wrong/
The things we still miss, nights that became dawn/
On, on and on on, the past it grows fonder/
Lies become smiles, and moments become longer/
Stronger I feel, my bones be like steel/
My fists be like light to slice the dark shield/
My eyes are still black, my hair is still brown/
Reverse those two facts, I flipped ‘em for the sound/
I risk it for the crown, no competition but I/
I bring a challenge like none you could ever provide/
Ride high, sit up, chest out, eyes wide/
Fierce, feel adrenaline, grab the fucking livewire/
Wise guy, flyer than a harrier jet/
Live through the crash like the black box, bet/
Dive through the trash on a gem hunt, sweat/
Find the lost keys, yo that door reads “next”/

Hook
Bright lights, pull over when you see ‘em/
Bright lights, stars we wanna be ‘em/
Hands up/
Here’s the flavor, we need the flavor/
Ask me for the flavor, bring the flavor/

Verse 2
This is nothing in particular, in vehicular terms/
Tire rotation, oil change; tune up/
Stared kicking rhymes when I was twelve or thirteen-ish/
Cut class cause I was fiendish with the page; grew up/
Not quite a screw up, I hid my screw looseness/
Was a calm bomb, but tried to keep it fuse-less/
Never blew shrapnel, moat around the castle/
You couldn’t get close to the boy; statue/
Heart was as hard as stone, but move on/
Today I speak clear, no fear I’ll be wrong/
And the always told me, “yo he speaks so well”/
It’s true, but goddamn don’t sound so surprised/
I’m in AP English, think I can’t fucking spell?/
Skills they be real, recognize/
Before you wreck your whip/
Keep your eyes fixed on the road and the task at hand/
My fingers extend to touch beginnings and ends/
Keep the cycle moving through me to fully complete thoughts/
Cross all the ‘Ts” and “I” dots/
This life is hard, as that first love you lost/
But gorgeous as that first love’s start/

Hook

False Start

Flavor

Milk Money

Rings

Warm Weather

Thrice

Hover Hell

Trapped

Roadmap

Something for my brother. Something for me. Something for you.

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Maneuvers, never really made the right ones/
The cruiser pulled behind, flashed his lights once/
“What’s the problem, sir? Yo, I got my tags right.”/
He opened up the door and pulled out his flashlight/
Then clicked ‘em, bracelets on my wrist did not fit/
Circulation cut off, main vein shut off/
An hour later calling momma, yeah I done fucked up again/
Please call all my friends, come up with the ends/
Maybe they can throw a dollar a piece/
If not, see you in the courtroom in a couple of weeks/
What’d I do? Nothing. Well maybe just a little something/
Sick and tired of not every having nothing/
If I get a chance to get it I’ma push the fucking button/
Even if it might blow up in my grill, real/
Tryna help, I know it’s not how it feels, still/
If I get a chance to change then I will/

Hook:
I’m feeling like I’m losing control/
Things are getting harder to hold/
They say the bigger that you are then the harder you fall/
But muthafuck ‘em all, I’ma get so damn tall/
I’ma be a giant/

Bridge:
We getting taller/
See me on the come up, see you on the rise/

Verse 2:
Everyone tells me to get my shit together/
But all my belongings are scattered and tattered/
And nobody has time to help me gather ‘em up/
I’m tryna move but you won’t let me borrow the truck/
Maybe I don’t deserve it, chances had a couple of em/
Here comes the verdict, I know what the fuck he gon’ say/
Peace, see ya’ll in May/
Tell my little boy that I’m on vacation/
And when I get back I’ma have to face some/
Shit I don’t want to admit/
I’ve spewed every excuse I could spit/
Honestly not sure how I fit in this suit/
Clipped on tie, this vest my nephew’s/
I’ll bring it back pressed with just the best news/
I’ve never felt less than today, my best moves/
Are gonna get better, better watch how I do/

Hook

Bridge

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