(I just wanted to post, and this shit sounded funky so... Lvvrrs. Look)
Early school mornings, at McyD's
Waiting on the F train, coming to Neptune
When I see your face, it's one to please
In the morning light; thinking about Lincoln days
These rhymes tight, unlike the cyphs back in Seabreeze
Time moves fast, (like) memories
Rhyming off the top, this head flows non-stop
Quick like a rocket; my muse, the reason the art's not stopping
Freestlying, not trying
So f*ck that trap, f*ck that boom bap; Shiloh and I transcended that shit
Call it Boom Trap
Think about you daily, don't want to
Take up so much headspace, bitch pay me
(HA ! Dumb shit)