Luck

Back track to Staats
Before passengers
I'm making tracks
That slap
With no passages
I'm by the tracks
No packs of wax stacked yet
Simply love I have for that
But it'd be done a short time after that
Then give me awards mind worn like a hat
Gimme yours I'm warm but bored I switch back
I push with my right foot 
Don't get that? fine
Throw out your thrasher shirt
Don't even act assertive
You're sure bitch
And when the fad is curtains
You're worthless
I'm making classic works
Beyond the surface
You sticking with the curve
I'm making a killing in the circus
You flaming my training
But leaving your brain a virgin
You seem the same thing as vеrmin
Or a lame fisherman
But I can't blame you
For wanting to tеrminate
Greatness
You a stan, not new
Rotting, perpetually anus
That's the case ain't it?
Ain't it?
You can save me the lately
That shit too plain to me
Rather lay from you aiming at me
Than to stay asleep
This shit is steep
Read it deeper
Before you blame or hate me
You fucking sheep
Open your peepers
Before the gate
Oh wait
That's right
You can't
Rather take a favor
Than to stand up and use your two hands
Evidently I'm braver
I'm excellent that is true man
I just need a few new tools
For the one man band
Other than that and some food
Is just wants I can managed
I've seen enough damage
To respect the small stuff
And employ all the bandages I need
To follow up
Not too proud to tell you
I want some seconds chances
Not quite due
Life is filled with these awkward dances
And bothered glances
And they're all tough
But just look up
And know you're lucky damnit