Off of the lamb
I rolled with six
Don't know who I am
Selling my picks
Getting them kicks
Chasing them chicks
Losing our mind
Getting our fix
Told myself
It is what it is
This all a biz
Stick to the script
This life a quiz
Don't wanna miss
Death gave a kiss
Sensing the crypt
See the abyss
Stop chasing the cheese
Never liked swiss
Reality tv is trash
Let go of kris
Don't wanna be high
Stop messin with wiz
Got something better
You don't wanna miss
What's better than this
Turn to a pillar salt
If you reminisce
Got 5k on that
Where the bread and the fish
I gotta pop a lock to that's song
I gotta fight and give it my all
When i am weak i know that he's strong
Fall on my knees when Im doing wrong
Takin shots call of duty I'm prone
Younger brudda asked for the code
Going down Roman's road
You know I'm locked in
I gotta go get in that mode
Paid off my debts
Ain't takin out loans
I'm teaching these boys
When I step on the court
So I write with the chalk
Always finding my zone
Homeland is Tokyo
So sometimes I drift
The spirit senses my shift
Then brings me back to my home
Gods given my minutes
I him pay back in double digits
With lyrics
Tapped in my phone
I shoot from deep like I'm cici
These teams they don't wanna see me
I catch heat with the fever
I know Indiana really needs me
Twenty-two on the back of my jersey
But I give em thirty like curry
Killer gaze like a mamba
But sweet with the smile my McFlurry
Got the fear of god in me
I do not worry
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Off of the lamb
I rolled with six
Don't know who I am
Selling my picks
Getting them kicks
Chasing them chicks
Losing our mind
Getting our fix
Told myself
It is what it is
This all a biz
Stick to the script
This life a quiz
Don't wanna miss
Death gave a kiss
Sensing the crypt
See the abyss
Stop chasing the cheese
Never liked swiss
Reality tv is trash
Let go of kris
Don't wanna be high
Stop messin with wiz
Got something better
You don't wanna miss
What's better than this
Turn to a pillar salt
If you reminisce
Got 5k on that
Where the bread and the fish
I gotta pop a lock to that's song
I gotta fight and give it my all
When i am weak i know that he's strong
Fall on my knees when Im doing wrong
Takin shots call of duty I'm prone
Younger brudda asked for the code
Going down Roman's road
You know I'm locked in
I gotta go get in that mode
Paid off my debts
Ain't takin out loans
I'm teaching these boys
When I step on the court
So I write with the chalk
Always finding my zone
Homeland is Tokyo
So sometimes I drift
The spirit senses my shift
Then brings me back to my home
Gods given my minutes
I him pay back in double digits
With lyrics
Tapped in my phone
I shoot from deep like I'm cici
These teams they don't wanna see me
I catch heat with the fever
I know Indiana really needs me
Twenty-two on the back of my jersey
But I give em thirty like curry
Killer gaze like a mamba
But sweet with the smile my McFlurry
Got the fear of god in me
I do not worry
I rolled with six
Don't know who I am
Selling my picks
Getting them kicks
Chasing them chicks
Losing our mind
Getting our fix
Told myself
It is what it is
This all a biz
Stick to the script
This life a quiz
Don't wanna miss
Death gave a kiss
Sensing the crypt
See the abyss
Stop chasing the cheese
Never liked swiss
Reality tv is trash
Let go of kris
Don't wanna be high
Stop messin with wiz
Got something better
You don't wanna miss
What's better than this
Turn to a pillar salt
If you reminisce
Got 5k on that
Where the bread and the fish
I gotta pop a lock to that's song
I gotta fight and give it my all
When i am weak i know that he's strong
Fall on my knees when Im doing wrong
Takin shots call of duty I'm prone
Younger brudda asked for the code
Going down Roman's road
You know I'm locked in
I gotta go get in that mode
Paid off my debts
Ain't takin out loans
I'm teaching these boys
When I step on the court
So I write with the chalk
Always finding my zone
Homeland is Tokyo
So sometimes I drift
The spirit senses my shift
Then brings me back to my home
Gods given my minutes
I him pay back in double digits
With lyrics
Tapped in my phone
I shoot from deep like I'm cici
These teams they don't wanna see me
I catch heat with the fever
I know Indiana really needs me
Twenty-two on the back of my jersey
But I give em thirty like curry
Killer gaze like a mamba
But sweet with the smile my McFlurry
Got the fear of god in me
I do not worry
Writer: Austin Ludden
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