The Last of Us (feat. Quelle Chris)

A rose arose from a pair of concrete Timbs Wreaking pens since he was slim as a wire's thin Knuckleheaded, more wild thoughts than Reddit bots Popping caps and slanging slop for sandwich spots Young dumb adults trying to get rich off written thoughts Beats knocked plus the topics were hot like gear for goths Dreams of taking off like major Tom, raging often By the grace of God how many times the God done grazed the coffin I got a way of gettin lost in the commotion of it all in my head space But change is like a ticking bomb The jig was up when the jig went up in flames The rhythm switched up like it was doin' the Elaine Strange timing, but the pressure lead to caged diamonds The mane stay part Terrence Howard and part lion Break it or tighten up the chain like dogs fighting What once was way to more exiting, I'm more enlightened Wish I could go back to being a pup, all we seen is up New scenes bubble and bust, all we need is No limbs crossed behind backs, all we ask is trust Dying breed sea to sea, the last of us Jumping fences was a part of my olympics Bunch of nitwits quick to get twisted off a 'em speak Compact Discs fit 20 WMDs Had George W. Bush tryin' crumble the sun's steez At ease in chaos from Sandhya to Sandhya Hit the crossover like A.I Pockets shaped like CeeLo on the d-low Life a movie, the whole Gang Starr's like Preemo Niggas evolve, it's all goodie like T-Mo Blowing better tree, eating charcuterie with Pinot Within the interims, I click the pen and begin To script a gem, as a means to an end The rabbit hole, only goes so low You bound to end up back where you begin (and then, and then) It's hard to see the peak from when I am, but still I'm climbing Wish I could go back to being a pup, all we seen is up New scenes bubble and bust, all we need is No limbs crossed behind backs, all we ask is trust Dying breed sea to sea, the last of us