Don’t Text Me On 12/31/18

Verse (DAX):
Speaking on what I haven't and quiet on what I do say
New niggas, like who they? Can’t "see these/CDs" niggas like BluRay
In and out the trench, in the spaces between the two place, heavy
Medals on me, rock when I'm running the track like Usain, I

Give a hater the deuce - affection's lost
Rappers lacking penmanship tryna’ connect the dots
Options are all I'm weighing, I'm claiming expected costs, I've
Set the SoundCloud in shock while handling megawatts, I'm

Seeing it every Friday, shout out my ex and
The car show up in her driveway, I should've ended it my way, still
90 up on the highway, my Spanish joint saying "ya guey," all
Glory still goes to Yahweh, but who would you be without me, right?

...bad chick at the function, said "one kiss at a"
"Time," no attachment to the lyrics, still ain't missing a
Rhyme, reload the cartridge so carefree, my gift's a partridge and
Pear tree, we ain’t on par, don’t compare me, Van Gogh couldn't paint the line

...been a don, got inhibits on but my limit’s wrong
Ugh, I am the future, the living Valley of Silicon
Ugh, the citizen, Dominican plus Nicaragua
Salvation's precious, I gotta pray up to keep what I got

...I make sounds, I spray rounds
Explain my lyrics, it gives this genius a breakdown
Steve with the pole flag, Steve with the notepad
See, what I mean is either Blue's Clues or the Nomad

Lil' Mac with the both jabs, shoutout to Pokimane
Cuff a baddie gamer girl is truly the only way
Talk down on Team Future, we’ll find a nigga in 48
Sell belongings, that's por Ebay, ruling everything, Noriega

...it's tiring to try
Bought my dad a smartwatch, he's still running out of time, I
Know... feeling like all I land on is mines, but
God's telling my mind that all I stand on is mine, I

Hope... unrivaled in versatility
Freddy Kreuger rappers, y'all dreaming to think you're killing me
Infinity and beyond... she's stalking Insta and
Twitter, she's doing recon, don't text me on New Year's Eve, just

Dating out of my league, I've got winner's fatigue, just
Got music to breathe, my pop's influence I need, still
Writing lines in between, means "every cycle, come clean"
How I seem's in my genes, like how a seam's in the jeans, but you know