Madrid In February

[Mxlplx]
I've been trying to get where it let you forget
But I slip cuz I trip
Get back on, try to ride, relax, yawn
Start to die on your lawn about five before dawn
Get so high that I'm gone, never said I understood
Never said it was all good
At the house tripping out cuz I doubt I'm about to stop anytime soon
Turn into a coyote and scream at the moonlight
Outside the circle, peed in my room
To zone on the sickest of planes
Combinations of mental tricks licks the game
Concentration is essential for the shit on my brain
Contemplation of the fundamеntal mystics I claim
Will take me to another lеvel when I slang

[Swank Daddy]
Bounce, skate, roll or rock
No matter what you do, boy, you still get dropped
My block of theirs, his block of hers, it's all flesh, baby
It's all flesh, baby, that's right, you get no rest, baby
Now who's crazy when cardiac arrest takes me?
Are you maybe then what we said meets death, baby?
Something like rest, baby
I'll take my cruiser elsewhere
So far beyond, can't even track myself there
All liberties alone, now do you think the male cares?
If it's ever wrong in silence, would you like to see my kittens?
They don't dance or whisper, or like shit like your kittens
So drink, pick, eat, and slob or slush
If you think you know, well then shut the fuck up
Redemption is too small for me, it's always your taste
If I shared my thoughts with you, I'd go to prison for rape
Go measure your property while I unmeasure your face
And watch the celebration from your favorite hiding place
See, freedom ain't a thing, and neither was fate
So go set your alarm so you don't wake up too late
The bullets in the belly or the belly in the bait

[Young G]
Although I feel exhausted, I gotta keep hustling
Young G tacked, look how my muscle bring
Results on the block hit the corner, cross the streets
Moving to the spot where we 'sposed to meet
Tricks or treat, no defeat, mistakes repeat
Moving to the beat with the feelers on my feet
The sunshine blazes through concrete mazes
Walking talking hawking stalking crazes
Trained to be insane, though it's without a claim
Twisting through life with smoke on the brain
The Chamber of Commerce wants me to converse
But moving through the hustle, watching cowards disperse
Existing impairs to procreate
Young, living free where we blow three eights
Trace another facet, aspects of my mind
Living kinda crazy on the grind
Crazy dreams, it's like sleeping still existed
Daytime's playtime, soldiers keep resisting
It's hard to imagine all that shit fires in a single day
Worldwide, watch me roll this hay