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I’m running it forever, So athletic
Old enough to know you are only as good as your work ethic
Mary Jane stops all the pain, I smoke my anesthetic
Never in denial you should accept it, then accept this
I’ve got so much **** to lay out, Overflowing sceptics
Lyrical God, Word’s restoring faith to skeptics
Better prepare, I’m way out there, Gone, The farthest
So much food for thought but I’m still a starving artist
So high, On top, I’m feeling like the cream of the crop
You should check the harvest

(Hit the roach let it lighten and heighten my approach
It’s like I had a running back coach
Who taught me how to write
Because now when I run it, I keep it high and tight)

**** I don’t really know enough old English yet
To lyrically pave the way, for a Shakespearian themed set
Or a stage, Something on which my words can play… because I’ve got such wordplay
No **** though, It’s the Larry Fitz flow, Who doesn’t get caught on the things I say?
I’m from around the way, Been high for the past 60 some odd days
I’m in some odd daze, I just sit and write, So high and tight
Like when I’m high, it’s right
So when someone approaches me and I tell them “I don’t know who you are”
They know I probably forgot,
Because I smoke more weed than Harold and my eyes now look like Kumar

(Hit the roach let it lighten and heighten my approach
It’s like I had a running back coach
Who taught me how to write
Because now when I run it, I keep it high and tight)

I just want to be considered the god of poetry like Apollo
Just let the weed lead, Tell me, Do you follow?
***** let’s make a Listerene scene, Gargle before you swallow
I’m a dog for these *****es, Life’s a movie, Call me Balto
Girl’s are like “where is he?” like I changed my name to Waldo
Girl gave me her digits told her I would call so
I told her she could have me trippin on love but I won’t ever fall though
Like if you start growing on me, I will be torn; small clothes
Love’s the only drug I’ll take in a small dose…
Lyrically jogging it out but damn I’m running my mouth though
You don’t really know what it’s all about so please don’t start to doubt bro
I’m here to replace an old style, Lyrical Shane Falco
And the time is right, my rhyme is right, let me find this pipe…
I’ll forever write it high and tight.

(Hit the roach let it lighten and heighten my approach
It’s like I had a running back coach
Who taught me how to write
Because now when I run it, I keep it high and tight)