Lyrics
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tides have been shifting.. i ebb, w the flow
mean; I move through the motion and separate, goals/
condor; i’m soaring by pebble, the coast
out in cali for birdies.. im sending, em home/
brodie an albatross catching, his foes but 
they caged up my hawk.. they ain’t letting, him go/
free as an eagle.. american, grown
this the land of the feins where the felons, patrol/

PTP.. PGA touring, the world  jus to fuck on your girl in these foreign, locations/
shits taking me back to the days,  locked in; when winona said “you should explore, out the basement”/
it took me three lives just to finally, feel free
if you know what that means then we’re more, than adjacent/
i pour the first shot for the fallen, that’s never forgotten who know we use florals, for chasers/
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back to back habits.. this bottle, my pen and the vapor consuming, my soul/
i need some spaace from the moments i fear, 
w beloved.. she livid i already know/
how are you caalling yourself my own fam, 
but you take a lil sip and true colors gon show/
put on an act for out of town women, 
who’d never show up or put out for the role/ dayum
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I know the game.. had a sheet, full of cheat codes
for treat desert eagles and switching, out whips/
whip out the switch w one foot, on the gas
roll the kush and then pass feel that sticky, loud fix/
loosen your grip when you move, around them
we’ve been thru thick and thin since that mickey, mouse shit/
GTA 6 how i’m switching, the dates
for my bitch not the piece that i think, about..shit/
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ohh im on the road, slow
rosé fill the cups of yo, main/
on my nine lives minus ocho, 
a lot of quick deaths not the slow, pain/
ash ketchum w that old slowpoke, 
to slow you down before my own, reign/
rocking pikachu hue canoe, boats (cah-know)
when i’m setting sail in my home, mayn/
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oops i meant canoe true, mistakes
when i made my great escape you, were late/
don’t hunt my path.. the wolves choose, ya fate
this that 218 type maneuver, slate/
real as you.. I won’t coupe, up late
and reflect on them.. no; they do, ya lame/
see they’re firefighters might neuter, flames
when you’re big dawg w a newer, dame/
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I don’t have Dusty’s lyrics on this one either.

Where Oui At? (Prod. Paroxysm)

collective --> Pine Trees Papi’s
osha certified bad puppy

a glimpse of infinity.
1/4 of the Pine Tree Papi’s
1/6 of the Cold Front Collective

I write raps songs every once in a while. 

insta: forever.groovy
snap: tbone.420
bandlab: T-Bone Rosé