This a phase, this a cold moon
Burr
Ricochet, hittin old dudes
Swerve
This a phase, this a cold moon
Word
This my thang, Bitch i told you
Sit and pray while im visibly upset
I got fed up, lost ended up, off on a new track
Heatin fast, run laps like a fatman bitch got some badness, stuck in that taint
Hittin that acid, ever katniss, hidden so passive, active pace
Sippin that proof, get faced like a mace spray, button up baby this not you
Move to the mountain, downright rotten, rockin that booth like a landslide too
Tasty tabs with sass a frass, come back, to you
Kickin it back, relax, this stash, been passed, to you
This a phase, this a cold moon
Burr
Ricochet, hittin old dudes
Swerve
This a phase, this a cold moon
Word
This my thang, Bitch i told you
I feel it gone, i see it leavе
These Stupid words, and common lies, thеy tellin me
That set the tone that i’m free
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Conditioner, rip shit to thirds, sick vision learned, flip shit in packs, hit quick im back, slip fast with cuts, hit mass abyss this mass appeal
Hiccup that gas i feel, lit witha match big burst
Lickin that crack like meals, liquid the cash still burns
Pickin my back with words
Feelin that ass and it pass as a great thing, day job, still got hoes
Lettin off smoke, like woah, what are those rings, feelin indecent, how you like those
This a
This a phase, this a cold moon
Burr
Ricochet, hittin old dudes
Swerve
This a phase, this a cold moon
Word
This my thang, Bitch i told you