Caught
Hit the beat and dance
give the beat then glance
heart on sleeve with vans
trippy flow to kill off mans style
boats been sailing for a while
H 2 0, help out then go
deeper into colour, burgundy lover
searching for real love, just wanna love her
real as shit but love hurts
once you get caught you never do it twice
never a quick thought getting caught on life
Then you make it all right, left to the imaginary, square the thought
the image is quite scary
free the points, equal the eye, 5 a day on joints
pree and look up, say hello to gods goodbye
Blue and White flashes
all day circling to get past the lashes
make up on whats good, never be stuck on the hood.
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