Connecticut Casual - Chris Webby, Kappa gamma, ANoyd

No I never want to feel like I did that thing

Take me to the place I look, take all the way

No I never want to feel like I did that thing

Take me to the place I look, take all the way

How pathetic, like drug infested in a small town

In the middle of the State in

In the middle of USa, nowhere, nowhere resist

Unless you want to buy or sell drugs

Around the time of flash prints so they be so beauty

And back with the colliding gad double hit on their dude

My mother ex man he know droll behind the bright lights

Hand out with some mics they cop great ludes

Nearly on the hard way, white people party hard

They keep me up in night

So its cool Ill be hardy test with a shord behind

And a rhythm, high, high, have a bomb

But fucking Camicazi, sometime I feel like the bomb

And no one can decide me a black old son

That will multiply barby, the time were in the sixties so we wait and took the

tacky

And call around, corrode it, our bodys anybody

Absurd from the baddest check on

From the rap was rap gope and trappin the black offer

Its a crap that could sayand cruse some motherfucker

The fair is the humble in pyramid they discover wanna search some more

Way you brooch is on cars, I trade blunt to the God to the brunch and stars

Wanna block all unfair, rock it a period spreadinig

I heard em here talking fucking whores propertary

Its all to believe it, thats no body out there

Try to believe that Im all alone

No I never want to feel like I did that thing

Take me to the place I look, take all the way

No I never want to feel like I did that thing

Take me to the place I look, take all the way

And I dont wanna feel like lifes no real

I flesh the whole bottle full of zen, know the deal

Medication likes slaver inside the pressure

Its how the rich kings controlling this poor presence

We aint even human anymore

Just reminisce, they let us pay arms but we register our weapons

And even if we ever had to start a silver war

Then we looking out your profile

Ticking in your door, hard core, great school before I was on soft mood

Just to hate my principles so I keep luck the door

Now Im on tour watching my back in the bathroom

Cuz you said cartoons needed and fames for stack rooms

What cold is what Im rocking LA, they dont play

You had a father, that was deeper

I was trade

Make styles, you just trade me with those rappers

Fuck a message in a bottle, raps in the crack vibe

No I never want to feel like I did that thing

Take me to the place I look, take all the way

No I never want to feel like I did that thing

Take me to the place I look, take all the way

No I never want to feel like I did that thing

Take me to the place I look, take all the way

Thangs, thangs, thang changing the hood that im living

Thangs, thangs, thangs changing the hood where Im living

Thangs, thangs, thangs chaging the hood where Im living