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[intro]
winston churchill:
(do we not owe it to ourselves?)
(to our children?)

some of yall want truth
some of yall want purp
(mankind)
some of yall want drank

[verse 1]
spent the summer sipping (drank), puffing loud like the trumpets
indulging in glutton (drank), mcdoubles, cones, and nuggets in dozens
getting blunted and tipsy (drank), whiskey but these days who doesn’t
navigate through the city, the sticky icky guides me like i need a f-cking comp-ss!
b-ss bumping, heads thumbing
young enough to still cause a ruckus
young enough for thots to f-ck us and f-ck up and just say, f-ck it! (f-ck it)
but old enough to have seen adults, who’s dreams collapsed and plummet
so old enough to know that my time is money, and i’m way over the budget!

[hook x2]
so i ain’t got no time
to be puffing on that purp
to be sipping on that drank
man we grind it out we work!

[verse 2]
spent the summer daydreaming
about what i wanna be achieving
stay scheming, said all my brothers
i reflect upon it as she’s breathing
got a hoe that wants to jump on it
but i realize if this here’s eden
then
she’ll be the reason i’m living life decent, but never enough to please me!
what’s decent?
when you live with your momma she never seen cheques with two commas
what’s decent?
when you’re driving a honda the summer no ac like saunas?
i wanna, drive in an audi, vaca in saudi, no daydream sh-t
is that treason, if i sign a contract and make all of that mainstream sh-t?
sh-t
i know the reason i do this is for all of the kinfolk
sh-t
i know the seasons are moving i played on my nintendo
now i just play all these nymphos
the tempo, she rocking the kendo
to my demo, the manifesto
we just want to hit all these crescendos!

[hook x4]

[verse 3]
now that the summer’s over
i’m getting a little bit older
got some boulders on top of my shoulders
trying to figure out how to get closure
with a woman who wants me hold her
but i got a lot of weight on me
so i tell these hoes to wait
till i’m on podiums holding up trophies!
dripping sodium balling, days before rodeo plays through the speakers
free styling in chris’ bas-m-nt calling deezy up for a feature
she could get it!
but i push petroleum swerve uptown with the homies
don’t regret it!
these will be the best memories when you look back closely!
but don’t look back or look down now
i’m running more than a few seasons
cuz a p-ssion, for past actions
and you’re stuck in the womb as a fetus!
i believe i can conceive it
if i put in the work to achieve it
so when time is up, i can say it yup
i lived it good now i’m leaving
peace!

[outro: winston churchill]
sure i am that
that this day, now, we are the masters of our fate
that the task which has been set us is not above our strength;
that its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
as long as we have faith, in our cause, and an unconquerable will-power
salvation will not be denied us!

- rob wo3

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