Dog Years

DOG YEARS

I know its been a minute
I been feeling different but I'm ready to get it

My flow's aging like a fine wine
Its a bout time
You been ready to sip it
Im outside
But in the still kitchen
Im feeling my fingers are itching
I gotta be trippin

You didn't want
Nothing to do with the fact that
I’m asshole and dick head
Pray to god I don't come back
Or they bury me in quicksand...
Whats it like with the mask off?
What you do for a ticket?
What you do for a wristband?
What'd you do to get you way behind the DJ-booth?
You're so cute, but what you doing for this man?

Matter of fact
I don't even wanna know
I don't even wanna play these games
Fuck tic-tac-toe
I get this shit back going
I'm on a road with the switch back
Hit a hundred-fivel, I'm a flip fo-sho

“Yo stop talking bout this shit it could happen”
Mother fuckers always matter of facting
Coincidentally, it's kinda distracting
Kinda funny, being ignorant is kinda relaxing...

Feel like I could die from the fear of it
Im tryna climb up the pyramid
Petrified by the light im appeaing in
Like im losing my sight when im hearing it
I been out for a minute, Im here again
Had enough of the negative spirited
I got out of the way to be clear of it
But they should have been taking me serious

How is it possible
That my word and my balls are my only treasure?
Moving out of the way of the obstacles
Set apart from a way they could only measure
Imagine that, with no hypocrites
Fuck your politics
Y’all on some different shit bitch
You should know me better than my viciousness
It gets loud and then clouds up how real it gets

Finding out in a minute *ugh*

First off its a couple of rules
The first one’s do shit
If you got nothing to do
The next ones no biggie
Just remember to choose
Whatever it is
The shit that work better for you
Youre gonna fail its inevitable
But go and do it again like you’re ready for school
This shit’ lame but
It never was cool
Could it be the reason I’m never be a regular dude?

Little Johnny gotta goody bag
Hoodie on
Rookie lungs
Look he mad
Now he taking for granted how good he had
Cuz he bitching about where he could be at
But you live and you learn
You live and you die and you burn
& Now your just waiting your turn
Im kinda concerned
But fuck it
Ill find out for sure
If there’s really a way to return

Inside
Empty
The night sky
Meets where I sit
By the wall
Look at the bright side
Springtime
Plenty
Tonights my
Treat
Baby lets have a ball
See imma nice guy

Dog years
And crocodile tears
Tryna make it out here
Try to fake it out here
With all the
Long years
I’d stop a while here
Tryna make a shift but without gears
Wasn’t looking like he wanna live
But the crowd cheers…
I don’t know what imma do

(Man, fuck if I know)

I look out the window for different material
Keeping my company
Come out the lyrical
Look at me wondering
Where was my miracle?

(UGH!)