Take and redefine Make a new design Blinded by the smiles Overlooked the signs We all have so much that's riding on our backs On any given Sunday we unload or crack Monday kicks it all off to the rest of us just following no bluff No exception to the normal repetition that become too formal Somewhere in there there must be a moral In the morning I wake up with a sigh Dreaming to cursing Today that I will try To be myself yeah To feed my health Not to judge them based on wealth or wrinkled eyes We all got shit hanging over our lives And get greedy as good luck dies Just don't get stuck in older brothers rut Heard that same old story about 1000 times here we go y'all

Everything that's grown is everything is owned So everything is wrong with your checks and your loans Ever were we sold and signed the streak Like chumps we thumb our lives in digitally With holy rolling crones Crooked church songs sung Pack your bags for hell and back it's old like pun Or would you want to would you see Would you talk back question pap then get out your seat. Yeah Ride hard never rest Everybody's trying to test the spirit of the wild west Now you know where it is We ain't got no sympathy We wise to pick your company Cause mine became the family tree as far as that my eyes can see Here is my philosophy Be and let others be Meticulous methodically You turn on me so suddenly I have to wonder if it's me And I can fit no more tricks up my sleeve We are all lean on diesel devils own oil My debt he seen all along But rhyming was my savior I call every night Where you teeth tore Corner your smile Never fought you off Tell me why we gotta draw with arms talk don't know what's wrong. Everything is owned and everything is grown And every time these jokers get on the phone They talk behind your back cause they a little weak They don't know me from you They don't know how to speak yeah Pack up all you suckas what you doing what You seek Ya reaping time another Muppet repeating the cheap and keeping freaky freaking Thumbing truckers but now you're the beacon Not thinking dirty thoughts since you have been following JC You tell me everything is grown and everything is owned I stretch beyond myself step into the unknown Walk in one direction and then you try to trip me It's the nature of the game Are you against or with me Call me vegetarian And you just sell baloney And I ain't buying what you selling So that way you don't own me Virtual invitation into your fake world Try to lure me with fortune and girls well I'd rather keep my feet on the ground What goes around comes around Comes around Chorus Bang it big Got to following the skids Makeshift kid Cheap heaps all flocking to see if the bass we made was lead Pat the sun Burn it Though we lost Return it Don't you lag behind my brother Want you up front so you learning Yeah I want to see you break it down Hips to the beat Move them feet Global to the ground Pedal to the metal Down the 101 We skipping town Swerve to curve With an ocean view Cause you're in California That is what we do I don't know what you see Every time I get on the corner know I'm ahead of my tome I dub your scene If everything is all about you What you gonna do with me If I don't go on 1 2 3 Well I don't know what you'll do to be Upwards from an icy cold Stoke my heat Every time I get up off the beat

Preaching clean unconcerned Peachy keen get unburned Teaching the lot Enter the slop With an outlook that is unheard All that is all that's wow Feeling unimpressed to now Give it to feel it's real My god that is so right Give it up to you now get unlearned Exit your peeling slip from your shell Grip to the ceiling clip the nail Taking the air like a rattle in the snare grab it with both hands take it up unveiled Now you know what it's like to die What it's like when you get alive What it does to your soul if you fail and you fall without really even trying Why you acting so concerned We all got the time to learn Letting go is the hardest part I figured it out on my own turn What is left of what I see Doesn't feel like it's up to par And it's probably too late To go all the way back to the start Should I pack up my shit Give it all up Act like I'm cool And don't give a fuck Then I'll be lying to myself And that's all talk yo My brother my sister Making you miss It's written in stone So why you resist them No time to resist Talking the business If it's so so unforeseen Set to roll with the glow of green If you know what's right with me Get to going cause you're wrong about me We flipping switches We cooking up exotic dishes Passive aggressive It makes the message more expressive At times I've been combative Try make it not a habit But so persuasive if I see it and I got to have it Sugar and spice Now everything's nice Helluva way to get the point across and break the ice Our language contradiction With chaos as our mission Deploy the troops my friend I think I found my new addiction Been a while Checked my phone No retweets Hashtags old Creeps retreat under stone Service obsolete My signals gone All the while we freaking out All of us getting macked out Getting passed out Getting lapped in Get some flesh with no clothes get snacked up Freaks so alone they been breathing into bone Did you see that they're all owned by the man that you call Rome But he's a figment Weak like the ligament got slashed Killed a god Cause we've been passed on Plastered new faces to the old synagogue Chorus

Does she love me Does she know Is she only digital When she don't react I know I don't want to see ghost So walk in a placid tone everything is I don't know Never get slack and don't you lean on a scene If you don't plant your feet everything irresistible like a magazine Everything I know I'll zero out til it's unreal Now I'm stoking on the memory of your beauty sing Don't cash out see in time yeah don't back down everythings sound even when the players try to play you like brown just don't get slack wrapping the stats of the rounds or wow all these crowds with your prowess and pow. Sexy text stretch and flex your specs next happens to be the one matter that wets your nets Speaking complex I trust no faith inside a net And get uneasy cause to undertake it comes with death Since I'm slaying all my dragons Imagine I'll be filleting Now brother Go get your wagon and ice for keeping flavor One time we had to slave it Two times we had to break shit All that god given time in our lives we gotta play it Cause we ain't going back to the fields are we Don't you even get the slip in your shell we need To get the move on the two don't wait till three Cause all these mother suckers thought we were tools hanging in trees

This is for my people Trying to make that dollar in the street This is for the homeless That trying to find their beat This is for the ones That got they eyes closed When the sun is coming up Ain't no excuse To keep on riding into battle To stay on top This is for my people Trying to make that dollar in the street This is for the weak Deacon write a song Adams are we Ever play God Apple's all Eve Every dream is south-pawed Trapped in ring I'm the motherfucker that you packed up and shipped to sea Have you thought passed tracking all Don't seem to mind No sympathizing This ain't the time It's freaks design what Every top head on Wall Street's just stacking time Every string is pulled by foolish motherfuckers What you planning it's a feeling Magic tricking with your title Wipe all Ever seen the cheddar built up stacked We aim to sting Middle finger takes a walk cha-ching Ain't obscene with your eye paint Seen the war to chic for me It's a sacrifice for all to be This is for my city Crossfaded jaded love for the streets This is for the soldiers Fighting battles every time they hit the streets