Love. Fool. Revue.

[Intro]
Yeah, yo

[Hook]
Hit the lab tech, the TRS
How you get to make it this old, you be so stressed
I recall facing fresh road
Whippin' through the desert hours 'til we reach the nightfall
Let's toast to the moon shapes of the nightfall

[Verse]
The sky look granite when you know it's time to let go
Through the depths of steel silence, niggas heard an echo (echo)
Runnin' to the dubplate, scratch it
Took it to the strip, on a self care day
I don't bare pain for longer than I had to carry weight
If you tried to match it thеn, my nigga, you would suffocate
Mama, it's a deadly game of work, Imma bе okay
Don't you try to play me for a fool, I'll reciprocate
And I came with a couple tools, bitch, to demonstrate
The play way past
Brand new Chargers charging to the game
Work hard, that you pray you catch a second break

[Hook]
I hit the lab tech, the TRS
How you make it this old when you be so stressed
I recall facing fresh road
Rippin' through the desert hours 'til we reach the nightfall
Let's toast to the moon shapes of the nightfall
Yeah, I hit the lab tech, the TRS