Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Bazile
Mark Bazile
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Bazile
Mark Bazile
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Mixing Engineer
Mark Bazile
Mark Bazile
Producer

Lyrics

Staying in the moment
I struggle with
Steady thinkin’
When you gone
Man how **** gone cope with that
All facts
I’ll hold you down
Even when you ain’t around no more
And you lookin down at me
The Sun shining on the memories
As the days fade the love remains
See You always kin to me
For real indeed
I’ll peel n squeeze
Make **** spill and bleed
With ease
Gimme the deed
And its done
I swear life more than just accumulating funds
Or simply havin’ fun
Or making women cum
It’s more about loving them ones
Before the sun
Sets
No regrets from here on out
Til it’s all said and done
Until it's all said and done
Until it's all said and done
Until it's all...
Until it's all said and done
Yo
Yo
I just lost my ****
And this bitch ain't making it easy
Just get off a ****
And-1 bounce off the heazy
I'ma sauce a ****
Manhunt
I got a team full of arson hittas
That mean we got fire for days yo
Old hoes and old flows still hit right
Sending flowers to Gabe house don't feel right
Biodegradable soul
Told me here, take this
The man knew all the rolls
I'ma put seeds in the ground for ya
Spark up cleanse right go wild for you
Never out of style
I'ma put seeds in the ground for ya
Spark up cleanse right go wild for you
Never out of style
I can't see 'em coming down
I-I-I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
Here we go again in the trenches this is all ours
Stringing every written for the trio like Ahmad Jamal
Touch down stepping in my lucky number 3s and all
Cop mead from the means of the siege yeh
Double V’s on the S yeah I need that
Keep iron on me gleaming like a gym rat
Seek therapy you silly bitches need that
Impaired and stuck to the mirror for the feedback
Life So sudden so cunning if ya done running
Guns drumming, span bout 50 if ya one hunnid
Couldn’t spare this, lost flows got recovered like the Blair witch
We bout to carry this, happy when the Mary hit
Daring lil **** since a jit I had to play my six
One of one my bitch, ****
And my hits gon’ hit, let em’ talk, we got the go we bout’ to chalk this shit
Written by: Mark Bazile
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