Got the blunt rolled fat and tight, Coors light ice cold taken' flight with the windows open music and hymns haunting melodys playing with a micro dose fusion bars writing bars reminiscing' when I was behind bars,....ink pen bleeding scars on a blank page beginning for ghosts of the past ta blast off on a nother odyssey for the world to read......I'm gone on an Odyssey out to sea on a space bound rocket ship in ta outer space I'm outa space can't feel my face,..........aces an eights.......
Got the blunt rolled fat and tight, on this flight,
droppin' bars, reminiscing' 'bout my past nights.
Chillin' with the Coors light,ice cold vibe,
music playin' loud,feel this homestyle tribe.
Haunted melodies,in my head they swirl,
ink bleeds truth,in a spicy word whirl.
I’m gone on an odyssey,can’t feel my face,
out to sea,in this cosmic space race.
Aces and eights,man I’m calling my shot,
living this life like I’m bound to the plot.
Stuck behind bars,now I’m breaking free,
writing my scars on this blank page spree.
Ghosts of the past,yeah they haunting me still,
but my pen's got the power,I'm reclaiming my will.
On an odyssey,I’m outta this place,
riding rockets in a space-bound race.
Got the blunt rolled fat and tight
Coors Light
Ice cold
Takin' flight
Windows down
Whole night in my lungs
Wind talkin’ while the past get sung
Micro dose sittin’ on my tongue
Fusion thoughts
Every word goin’ numb
Ink on my hand
Writein’ scars into stars
Reminiscing on the kid I was
Spittin’ in the yard
Reminiscing when I was
Too young to know what hurt does
Cheap shoes
Big dreams
Hand-me-down love
Now I’m high
Ridin’ through it all because
I’m just
Reminiscing when I was
Reminiscing when I was (yeah)
Mom’s voice echo from the next room wall
Dinner on the stove
Late night missed calls
Bike chain squeak
Summer sweat
First crush
Whole heart break in a five-minute bus rush
Now it’s ash on the dash
Time in a cup
Every slow sip
Every ghost showin’ up
Bars on the page
Tryna paint what I lost
Countin’ every little choice
Never countin’ the cost
Reminiscing when I was
Too young to know what hurt does
Cheap shoes
Big dreams
Hand-me-down love
I’m gone on an odyssey,can’t feel my face,
out to sea,in this cosmic space race.
Aces and eights,man I’m calling my shot,
living this life like I’m bound to the plot.
Dirty south hick hop,yeah,I keep it real,
spitting truth with every word that I feel.Got the blunt rolled fat and tight, Coors light ice cold taken' flight with the windows open music and hymns haunting melodys playing with a micro dose fusion bars writing bars reminiscing' when I was behind bars,....ink pen bleeding scars on a blank page beginning for ghosts of the past ta blast off on a nother odyssey for the world to read......I'm gone on an Odyssey out to sea on a space bound rocket ship in ta outer space I'm outa space can't feel my face,
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