Workin em Out

Easing up with my feelings, emotions get out of shape 

Exercise, I’m working em out

No ones gonna help me 

My own mind this word to my mouth 

My thoughts like a wheel and a tire

I’m burning them out

That was a line, a lil rhyme for the time and space void

This here’s a decoy

The staff’s a B chord

I flow and spazz outta the floor and all the way to your feet boy

Get outta your seat boy

When talkin to me boy

Real talk, I’m not one to keep goin

Like bitches who be back and forth

Nigga you retard

Doing what I do, that’s facts I record

Speaking on a truth that’s word to Dee boy

Don’t got a duffle bag but you know ima D boy

I’m the quarterback i make moves and peaks boy

Subtle with the muscle of a God like pink Floyd 

You already know word of mouth, it’s me boy

Thoughts project like I’m possessed and I don’t care to see boy

Bitches on your mind I don’t care to Z boy

Keep it on your spine like I plan to destroy

Don’t think about the last of your past just keep goin

It’s easy when nobody’s gonna stop your heat boy

Sometimes I wanna quit and just call defeat boy

But no I’m not about, to be sad like me boy

I was just a flock who got mad and deployed