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float above your head in a million tiny pieces,
cannot book me, cannot look at me until i truly need it,
then i'm leaving out the shadows after travel,
to do the ******t we do,
road is long and full of songs to scream until we make it through,
smokin' ******t with all my dudes
slumped inside the bus we move,
state to state, the rumors, stages
break it down and then we do,
blood up in the microphone,
speakers gettin' ******' blown,
ain't a ******' thing when you know that this is all you know,
I don't have no backup plan or extra ways that i can get it,
this my plot and i will stand my guard and bomb whoever step it
willin' leave you chillin' in the nature with the moss and ******t,
talking to the rotten man, you looking right i'll drop ya, ******,
down on the rocks and ******t, stones to your spinal cord,
copying and mocking ******t until you get it right to your,
doorstep when i floor step, that's imported,
stone settings change i stay the same,
a different scene, same road
the windiest days, the coldest nights,
i will stand here till i have frost bite, i will stand here till i have frost bite
and we gon' let em drag for the 2016, for the 2016,
we gon' let em drag for the 2016, ****** i'm ricky who the ****** are you