You're not real that's real cryptic man
But you act like a god damn cynic fam
You mimic mans then you link up damn
I'll be the critic in the civic with the mystic hand
Map it out and tap it out all black kicks
If you try to stack five then we have to stack six
You go by the numbers the facts statistics
But I go beyond that react and misfit
Bring back not jack cuz I'm starting up from scratch
If I'm playing in the field I know there's gonna be a catch
No patch in the game react to the frame
That act haphazard all over the plane
No sober explain I go the game
That lowers the pain for showing some blame
Who what when where why point your fingers to the sky
If you try to ask for mine I might have to say goodbye
Cuz I don't have it don't inhabit
I been making plans elaborate so I move through super rapid
Trynna move through new distractions
Where ya at and where ya headed
It's unreal I can't follow my direction
Old times
That we fall behind
Where was I
When you wanted mine
New times we rush em too
One day I can find another you
Old times
That we fall behind
Where was I
When you wanted mine
New times we rush em too
One day I can find another you
Where ya at
Where ya headed
Let me get the message
Where ya at
Where ya headed
Let me get the message
If we at it cause a racket
We back on the bracket
Top seed shit like I'm Michigan Magic
Smoke green out the plastic hit class so scholastic
The way I'm making waves you think I'm signed to Atlantic
No records yet cuz I'm perfecting the craft
Learning the game and I'm prepping the pack
Once I drop it's like I'm jettin the crack
If I rock the RAF I'd be dead set on black
Trynna melt up hot sun get toasted like a hot bun
Just shot one but I'm not done
I've got some more to say play Bjork and cruise
Hit my twenty-twenty
And those two tens
If we kick it
You my new new friend
Who spends when the cost get too high
Nobody here subsidies my lies
Lost em by suprise made decisions on the fly
When I shoulda planned but
F*ck it lets ride
F*ck it lets ride
F*ck it lets ride
F*ck it lets ride
Old times
That we fall behind
Where was I
When you wanted mine
New times we rush em too
One day I can find another you
Old times
That we fall behind
Where was I
When you wanted mine
New times we rush em too
One day I can find another you
Where ya at
Where ya headed
Let me get the message
Where ya at
Where ya headed
Let me get the message
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You're not real that's real cryptic man
But you act like a god damn cynic fam
You mimic mans then you link up damn
I'll be the critic in the civic with the mystic hand
Map it out and tap it out all black kicks
If you try to stack five then we have to stack six
You go by the numbers the facts statistics
But I go beyond that react and misfit
Bring back not jack cuz I'm starting up from scratch
If I'm playing in the field I know there's gonna be a catch
No patch in the game react to the frame
That act haphazard all over the plane
No sober explain I go the game
That lowers the pain for showing some blame
Who what when where why point your fingers to the sky
If you try to ask for mine I might have to say goodbye
Cuz I don't have it don't inhabit
I been making plans elaborate so I move through super rapid
Trynna move through new distractions
Where ya at and where ya headed
It's unreal I can't follow my direction
Old times
That we fall behind
Where was I
When you wanted mine
New times we rush em too
One day I can find another you
Old times
That we fall behind
Where was I
When you wanted mine
New times we rush em too
One day I can find another you
Where ya at
Where ya headed
Let me get the message
Where ya at
Where ya headed
Let me get the message
If we at it cause a racket
We back on the bracket
Top seed shit like I'm Michigan Magic
Smoke green out the plastic hit class so scholastic
The way I'm making waves you think I'm signed to Atlantic
No records yet cuz I'm perfecting the craft
Learning the game and I'm prepping the pack
Once I drop it's like I'm jettin the crack
If I rock the RAF I'd be dead set on black
Trynna melt up hot sun get toasted like a hot bun
Just shot one but I'm not done
I've got some more to say play Bjork and cruise
Hit my twenty-twenty
And those two tens
If we kick it
You my new new friend
Who spends when the cost get too high
Nobody here subsidies my lies
Lost em by suprise made decisions on the fly
When I shoulda planned but
F*ck it lets ride
F*ck it lets ride
F*ck it lets ride
F*ck it lets ride
Old times
That we fall behind
Where was I
When you wanted mine
New times we rush em too
One day I can find another you
Old times
That we fall behind
Where was I
When you wanted mine
New times we rush em too
One day I can find another you
Where ya at
Where ya headed
Let me get the message
Where ya at
Where ya headed
Let me get the message
But you act like a god damn cynic fam
You mimic mans then you link up damn
I'll be the critic in the civic with the mystic hand
Map it out and tap it out all black kicks
If you try to stack five then we have to stack six
You go by the numbers the facts statistics
But I go beyond that react and misfit
Bring back not jack cuz I'm starting up from scratch
If I'm playing in the field I know there's gonna be a catch
No patch in the game react to the frame
That act haphazard all over the plane
No sober explain I go the game
That lowers the pain for showing some blame
Who what when where why point your fingers to the sky
If you try to ask for mine I might have to say goodbye
Cuz I don't have it don't inhabit
I been making plans elaborate so I move through super rapid
Trynna move through new distractions
Where ya at and where ya headed
It's unreal I can't follow my direction
Old times
That we fall behind
Where was I
When you wanted mine
New times we rush em too
One day I can find another you
Old times
That we fall behind
Where was I
When you wanted mine
New times we rush em too
One day I can find another you
Where ya at
Where ya headed
Let me get the message
Where ya at
Where ya headed
Let me get the message
If we at it cause a racket
We back on the bracket
Top seed shit like I'm Michigan Magic
Smoke green out the plastic hit class so scholastic
The way I'm making waves you think I'm signed to Atlantic
No records yet cuz I'm perfecting the craft
Learning the game and I'm prepping the pack
Once I drop it's like I'm jettin the crack
If I rock the RAF I'd be dead set on black
Trynna melt up hot sun get toasted like a hot bun
Just shot one but I'm not done
I've got some more to say play Bjork and cruise
Hit my twenty-twenty
And those two tens
If we kick it
You my new new friend
Who spends when the cost get too high
Nobody here subsidies my lies
Lost em by suprise made decisions on the fly
When I shoulda planned but
F*ck it lets ride
F*ck it lets ride
F*ck it lets ride
F*ck it lets ride
Old times
That we fall behind
Where was I
When you wanted mine
New times we rush em too
One day I can find another you
Old times
That we fall behind
Where was I
When you wanted mine
New times we rush em too
One day I can find another you
Where ya at
Where ya headed
Let me get the message
Where ya at
Where ya headed
Let me get the message
Writer: Mateo Sanders
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid