Can't catch it, too much hatchet Swingin, jacket wearin, latchet

Fuck it, I gotta go back to the ratchet Chillin' skateboards and all those times

I did work for watchers Types of situations, goin' crazy

Like Snoop Dogg and Nate Dogg Gotta go in and see what I wanna become

A hatchet and stick a type of raptor Not the mine, but the handful of

My life, my fight for the right I don't wanna part

Cause last Friday night with Katie And all those lives I told

I told true lives with the Terminator Goin' out and up and out

Shoes on my muscles, brushes on my feet Gonna be back someday, I swear it to feet

It's gonna be fine, you don't have to worry about nothin

We gonna live with the dimes, crimes All those times I lost my britches

Rest in ditches, locks and britches It's gonna be fine, you don't have to

Worry about nothin' We gonna live with the dimes, crimes

All those times I lost my britches

Rest in ditches, locks and britches Crimes I put away, put up to the boss

A lot of crop, the pictures I lost the britches

Rest in ditches, locks and britches My right, white, black boxer, smoosh shots

YouTube shorts, the new grip tape boards The flu hit the board, the glutes

Courtney in her shorts, in the blue The news scores right off the map

Acrobatic alley, back to the future Against, against

A giant in the football field He's accepted in his mind

He's rejected, intersected Interpersonal, interterrestrial

Interlocking, enters the stocking A soul lost, no one has ever found

Bleeding on the ground, found But not lost and found

Just got off the ground Rolled away, around

Went limp, halfway through the spell

It's gonna be fine, you don't have to worry about nothin

We gonna live with the dimes, crimes All those times I lost my britches

Rest in ditches, locks and britches It's gonna be fine, you don't have to

Worry about nothin' We gonna live with the dimes, crimes

All those times I lost my britches

Rest in ditches, locks and britches

Bail, fail, jail tonight

Cause I couldn't afford my bail My mind is always on the rail

I'm supposed to be a snail A turbo speed

Too fast to ever be seen By just a computer hacker

And a gunshot, called guns and ammo Look like some of them type of animals

Phantoms and banthems Can't them boys

Rantin' and ravin' Rangin' hands

Sundle the gloves And get em all tonight

Without all the football fights You like could see my night

Walked home Sight for a big type

For news of my life To coppers and schoolers

Rockers and the head rockers Long hair guys with the rock heads

Bangin' Joppa jeans All of them chains

And blue haired, haired Hard to care

Hairly, hardly Get jailed without a care

Somebody's in a care Got a spare tire in the trunk

Or just a bitch tied up in there Well you gotta go somewhere

Family won't father itself Without someone help

I'm in the south With my sides on my head

I'm dead, low letters red Instead of apathetic colors

Military

Cat that never gave up

Peace