MUSIC FOR SALE

Always on fun days
act like a runaway
Do it real big
known by the pigs

Friday Saturday Sunday
aka fun day
Oh shit wait, it’s already Monday.

These Days, weeks and years turning like gears

Ever only one direction
Got No choice, no voice No resurrection.
Just gods selection,
Feels rigged like an election.

Life just be coppin.
Bunny hoppin

Hop hop hop

Heard a few pops
Now Runnin from the cops

3 days later
Only gettin fader

Everyone be sippin
Until da bags unzippin
You say I’m always trippin
But bitch.. I see you double dippin

Better get to steppin
before I get my rep in

You think you know me?
Well then.. I’m waiting.. show me
Or get down and fucking blow me

Ima ghost
Ain’t Nobody’s host.
Never be pinned
Gone like the wind.

That makes you mad
I’m ziploc and your Glad
I’m durable and your made for trash

Weak ass lad fakin bad, no dad
Existence so sad

I’m illuminati

You claim you saw me
But it’s Monday
And you’re the one trippin’

No one will believe you
And if they did Ill cleave you

Just another fun day
Actin like a runaway