bathroom floor 24' (feat. Paradigm & Jojo Flow)

Satan's looking harder as I'm riding through

Saying it ain't over yet defies all the magnitude

Better yet I'm passing through crossing over avenues

Strolling through the traffic ain't worried that's my attitude

My latitude aligns with my balancing on axis

Time is of the essence keep it moving ain't no half step

Ain't no such thing as walking it crooked

Been walking on this thin line blind not even looking

A daredevil in the city of sin

Bare witness as I'm taking off launching this pen

To the pad consider it my residence

Music been my home since the day I owned my penmanship

Now I'm in my zone picking bones with the devilish

Poems in my chromosomes down to the skeleton

Make em bounce like gelatin when we feasting

Reality in music's what they needing

With a head, pressure, senses, clutch

Lucy Ford looking forward to fuck

Bitches feel a type of way but won't confront

Throw mud on my name with nothing to back it up

With a head, pressure, senses, clutch

Lucy Ford looking forward to fuck

Bitches feel a type of way but won't confront

Throw mud on my name with nothing to back it up

Head full of pressure rest the senses that I clutch

Got a date with infinity but she wouldn't let me touch

Now the rush little different from the years that I played

Caught a bus towards my destiny hoping it takes my change

Paid my dividends in increments

Small steps moving to my goals I ain't finish yet

I'm trying to make these coals turn to gold in a little bit

But know it takes a toll while I hold on being limitless

As my spirit lives on til the break a dawn

I lay a figure eight down with another song

Right from wrong I'm writing it wrongs

Writing til the paper seeing dark while the light is on

Siphoning these messages been hiding since I was born

Now I'm never holding back my tongue til the fight is on

I know that hazy shade God help me change

No matter age got a rush to make em stain to they brains

With a head, pressure, senses, clutch

Lucy Ford looking forward to fuck

Bitches feel a type of way but won't confront

Throw mud on my name with nothing to back it up

With a head, pressure, senses, clutch

Lucy Ford looking forward to fuck

Bitches feel a type of way but won't confront

Throw mud on my name with nothing to back it up