Sometimes I wonder bout the methodology
Behind this broke economy
It probably wonders how it can take me under
like a submarine diving deep into the crevice of my mind
cathartic when I’m brokenhearted in these troubled times
crying aint the answer when you’re drowning in the rain
kicking and screaming the demons beat at your window pane
up in flames my brain can’t barely contain
the thought of loss and struggle before i see a gain
so i hit the road and i’m breaking off the rearview
cranking up the speakers in the trunk so I can’t hear you
drowning out my problems and my sorrows and my fears to
reach a new location cuz it feels like I been here for way too long
Don’t know the cause the effect was way too strong
they hope and they pray i don’t stay away too long
but in this moment man I’m just way too gone, so long!

Chorus:

Sometimes I feel
Like the roads so cold as steel
So I grip the wheel
And keep swangin til this void is filled 2X

I keep it moving like kinetic or some athletics,
accepting all these blessings I don't need to ask questions,
commencing from the bottom like I had an ass fetish,
chose a path, just because, I'm not pathetic,
I got that iron in my veins, call me the man of steel,
how I feel? Super but sometimes I gotta fuckin' chill,
guess that's my krytonite, see me at the crib tonight,
no netflix and chill I got another epic song to write,
am I the only motha fucka feeling kinda down,
even though I got potential like another date around,
8, not the time, that's her rating out of 9,
but that ain't what this song about, she's just on my mind,
I just find it's better when I'm driving on the road,
cigarillo in my mouth, tasting sweet as al a mode,
but I know the course I'm running and death is on my heals,
so every step I take I kneel and pray cause

Chorus

K:
I'm coming down like i'm h-town reppin',
so throwed in the game got the whole team sweatin',
ain't no play in GA, we got the bass up cruising slow,
students of institute of bangin' screw and doing shows,

C:
I got the truest flow and mixed it with the darkest touch
A little color just to spice it up and make ya blush
I post a track and then it gets redacted swiftly
Im thinking to myself well that escalated quickly

K:
like an arms race to the left side of your face,
we got the right hooks written with times and dates,
cause it's survival of the fittest in this habitat,
we mobbing deep within the reaches of your tabernacle,


C:
Well if I had to pick a spot I still prefer the masquerade
The only place they put them faces on in effort to get slayed
I can't wait to hit the town and look around until I've made
Another fresh connection to add to my collection

K:
like a collection of films without the b-roll,
adding zeros so dollars turn to c-notes,
providing d for the women giving lee way,
we could head home or I could get it on the free way,

C:
Like freeway I rock the mic right
And I got what it takes to make that ass quake
Get loose like its ’04 and all they played was so so
Def and wyclef just swing it to the left