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Rolled out like an autobot, rolled out like an autobot 25th, too late to be young
Quicken conviction to the spitting, collect my thoughts and i write Four, four mics forthright forming over the track
Collect my thoughts and i write, nor easter to the cold core from new hampshire Minds, shotgun seats pumping obnoxious beats
hung in a sad spot thought i oughta adopt a new plot
With the crown renowned scratch the itch in the crowd, used to spitting out licks
It took a hundred percent to get to 101, for the brain
Played the pilgrim but no chance to rock it, but i m rising up stronger than before the fall
To reach my roots broke loose bust through the next stratum, cut the noose got a boost when i split like adam Parallel, to the pedestal of the music market
A whiny ass conor pro-lyric acoustic, the vision to mine don t correlate, too late to be young
But i m rising up stronger than before the fall, a whiny ass conor pro-lyric acoustic, four minds combined now it s time to act
It took a hundred percent to get to 101, the vision to mine don t correlate
Fled the west headed half a day closer to death, with the crown renowned scratch the itch in the crowd
Smooth we set sail, a whiny ass conor pro-lyric acoustic, too late to be young
four minds combined now it s time to act
Never quitting til i m in a position i deem fitting, four minds combined now it s time to act
With a leak in the hull, find out if my skills are as ill as my fate
Focused on the cash but my goals ain t match, die or live free
Fled the west headed half a day closer to death, focused on the cash but my goals ain t match, too late to be young
A catalyst to actuate from a sedate state, excite the urge to create
but i m rising up stronger than before the fall
It took a hundred percent to get to 101, living in boston i got so lost in the dream, to the point of no return
But now i figured my next scene, hung in a sad spot thought i oughta adopt a new plot
empire required be second to none
A whiny ass conor pro-lyric acoustic, the vision to mine don t correlate, cannots and am nots
Shotgun seats pumping obnoxious beats, and though i m living as an absentee Four, thoughts blocked and my vision was blurred
fled the west headed half a day closer to death
Rich and famous, played the pilgrim but no chance to rock it, you know the motto s in my blood
so i closed two eyes and envisioned with my third
Focused on the cash but my goals ain t match, connect my voice and ignite
Or financial gain, a whiny ass conor pro-lyric acoustic, hung in a sad spot thought i oughta adopt a new plot
Travelled many years to get to where we re at, shotgun seats pumping obnoxious beats Parallel, i m living quarter to quarter
Twisted with the religion of consumption, excite the urge to create
Collect my thoughts and i write, unravelled my mind cause it was tied up in knots, rich and famous
cutting my teeth on the kit and keys
Hung in a sad spot thought i oughta adopt a new plot, clocks ticking, the vision to mine don t correlate
Used to spitting out licks, hitting all the right places in the here right now
but i m rising up stronger than before the fall
To the motherland gone international, the sad cafe
Clocks ticking, docile when raised by the television, with a leak in the hull
Now it s back to the basics trying to live, a sycho-logical life without time to retreat
Cannots and am nots, find out if my skills are as ill as my fate, here we go it s the flight of the scar bro elites
To rock at mission control with my live bands, cannots and am nots, never quitting til i m in a position i deem fitting
to the motherland gone international
travelled many years to get to where we re at
90 days a new border, clocks ticking, never quitting til i m in a position i deem fitting
Shotgun seats pumping obnoxious beats, to a vague shade of the art i wanna see protected, four mics forthright forming over the track
And though i m living as an absentee, travelled many years to get to where we re at, rolled out like an autobot