Connecticut Casual

No I never want to feel like I did that thing Take me to the place I look, take all the way No I never want to feel like I did that thing Take me to the place I look, take all the way How pathetic, like drug infested in a small town In the middle of the State in In the middle of USa, nowhere, nowhere resist Unless you want to buy or sell drugs Around the time of flash prints so they be so beauty And back with the colliding gad double hit on their dude My mother ex man he know droll behind the bright lights Hand out with some mics they cop great ludes Nearly on the hard way, white people party hard They keep me up in night So its cool Ill be hardy test with a shord behind And a rhythm, high, high, have a bomb But fucking Camicazi, sometime I feel like the bomb And no one can decide me a black old son That will multiply barby, the time were in the sixties so we wait and took the tacky And call around, corrode it, our bodys anybody Absurd from the baddest check on From the rap was rap gope and trappin the black offer Its a crap that could sayand cruse some motherfucker The fair is the humble in pyramid they discover wanna search some more Way you brooch is on cars, I trade blunt to the God to the brunch and stars Wanna block all unfair, rock it a period spreadinig I heard em here talking fucking whores propertary Its all to believe it, thats no body out there Try to believe that Im all alone No I never want to feel like I did that thing Take me to the place I look, take all the way No I never want to feel like I did that thing Take me to the place I look, take all the way And I dont wanna feel like lifes no real I flesh the whole bottle full of zen, know the deal Medication likes slaver inside the pressure Its how the rich kings controlling this poor presence We aint even human anymore Just reminisce, they let us pay arms but we register our weapons And even if we ever had to start a silver war Then we looking out your profile Ticking in your door, hard core, great school before I was on soft mood Just to hate my principles so I keep luck the door Now Im on tour watching my back in the bathroom Cuz you said cartoons needed and fames for stack rooms What cold is what Im rocking LA, they dont play You had a father, that was deeper I was trade Make styles, you just trade me with those rappers Fuck a message in a bottle, raps in the crack vibe No I never want to feel like I did that thing Take me to the place I look, take all the way No I never want to feel like I did that thing Take me to the place I look, take all the way No I never want to feel like I did that thing Take me to the place I look, take all the way Thangs, thangs, thang changing the hood that im living Thangs, thangs, thangs changing the hood where Im living Thangs, thangs, thangs chaging the hood where Im living