Lyrics
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[Chorus] x2
We move and we try,
foot forward in-line,
but this world is on fire,
and the trusted are liars,
I'll step up, walk
even when the hearst's brought,
and my words will spawn, against all odds
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[Verse 1]
They say I'm over the top like a dog out his kennel,
sketchy like the pen will, with more 'raps than Reynolds,
that you disemble, like a car misplaced of a fender,
sayin' I'm manufactured like the date in December,
my nimble heart they tryna shut it down, pick a part,
the Wishful part, end up cold like the pickle jar,
momma cry when my single starts, pissed or scarred,
prolly on the latter, catch her as I exit, depart,
fist full of bars, mouth full of freedom you swore,
take a bunch of hope with, so you could lead 'em to war,
we seen it before, didn't see the plan in your eyes,
grow a short 'stasche and put a flat hand in the sky,
I'm a burden to my pride even worse to my life,
it's rough and like the Lion I need the courage to fight,
I spit my soul but only catch my words in the mic,
so now it's against all odds or I'll burst into light
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[Chorus] x2
We move and we try,
foot forward in-line,
but this world is on fire,
and the trusted are liars,
I'll step up, walk
even when the hearst's brought,
and my words will spawn, against all odds,
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[Verse 2]
strip me naked throw me on top of that body pile,
you'll smile, that's a good look but you won't copy style,
while, money gives me a thumb drive when compiled,
so I make hit songs, you puttin' out floppy files,
you behind in times, that, or I'm in a different zone,
So make the sign of the cross and kiss the chrome,
either that or kiss the throne, haters, I'm sick of those,
they just pissed 'cause they're washed up and missed the boat,
just a bunch of toothpicks but even sticks can float,
ya'll need to fix the throat, too many dicks it holds,
lick a coat of a cough drop, prolly got a sore throat,
fucked up, ya need to be fixed like Gore's votes,
in my horoscope, I ball ya volley so finish tennis,
up, my chin is, go to the light, I'll turn ya inta venice,
changed blocks like tetris still square in the region,
and I'm on my last leg til I'm paraplegic
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[Chorus] x2
We move and we try,
foot forward in-line,
but this world is on fire,
and the trusted are liars,
I'll step up, walk
even when the hearst's brought,
and my words will spawn, against all odds,
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[Verse 3]
Do I exist? I sit alone, and wrist the throne,
no control and no girl home to kiss the dome,
grown in the midst of hope when you fist the scope,
ya'll on some crack rock, I must of missed the stone,
the world's mostly water and you can drown face,
but you're so down you know how the ground taste,
some found faith, some found hate, true escape,
so when distressed salute the upside-down flag,
the route's changed, movin' with a different pace,
tryna situate, buildin' my mind while ya liftin' weights,
shift the waste, rappin' to the twisted-faced,
like the junkyard they want to see my disk brakes,
zip my mind in a bag, send it out to the river,
and render those thoughts til ya now outta the picture,
down like ya zipper, zip it shut like ya trap,
even if I lost a step that means I'll gain a ramp
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[Chorus] x2
We move and we try,
foot forward in-line,
but this world is on fire,
and the trusted are liars,
I'll step up, walk
even when the hearst's brought,
and my words will spawn, against all odds,
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