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Lightening strikes a tree
Sell it like a wrestling move
Sell it like a prostitute
Sell it like the fastest gun in the west
Sell it like the dealer
[V1]
I like reference tracks
I like concept kicks
Cinnamon Toast Crunch
In chocolate milk
As the discipline of knowledge and peace
Frees me with zero degrees
Zero degrees boasting of lessons taught
I write to you from 5,280 ft.
Telling 🥷’s you got a man
‘Cause I been flirting on you
Fantasies of you gushing
Her comfort zone feels as comfortable,
As sitting in your car waiting for your favorite song to finish
Rhythm helps you forget
That you probably shouldn’t be sitting
No broken will and empty stomachs
With a humility more crisp than cool
A humility that leaves humidity dehydrated and confused
