Late night flights like LA lights
Late night flights like LA lights
flash by in the dark, no wick, no spark
Runnin to the next show to stake my claim
payin debts I don’t have, future fucked the fame
It’s a grind on the inside, on the downside,
what’s the upside, I try and decide
Each trip, each drip, each rip, each sip
each flip, each whip, who needs that shit? For real.
But I can’t stop now yo? You can’t move upstream if you ain’t got no flow.
Heavy crown on my head, my family on my back,
my dreams in my throat, there’s no looking back.
Every step I take is a test of fate
we’ll see if I won when I see those gates. For real.
wundur
