Back track to Staats
Before passengers
I’m making tracks
That slap
With no passages
I’m by the tracks
No packs of wax stacked yet
Simply love I have for that
But it’d be done a short time after that
Then give me awards mind worn like a hat
Gimme yours I’m warm but bored I switch back
I push with my right foot 
Don’t get that? fine
Throw out your thrasher shirt
Don’t even act assertive
You’re sure b#tch
And when the fad is curtains
You’re worthless
I’m making classic works
Beyond the surface
You sticking with the curve
I’m making a killing in the circus
You flaming my training
But leaving your brain a virgin
You seem the same thing as vеrmin
Or a lame fisherman
But I can’t blame you
For wanting to tеrminate
Greatness
You a stan, not new
Rotting, perpetually an#s
That’s the case ain’t it?
Ain’t it?
You can save me the lately
That sh#t too plain to me
Rather lay from you aiming at me
Than to stay asleep
This sh#t is steep
Read it deeper
Before you blame or hate me
You f#cking sheep
Open your peepers
Before the gate
Oh wait
That’s right
You can’t
Rather take a favor
Than to stand up and use your two hands
Evidently I’m braver
I’m excellent that is true man
I just need a few new tools
For the one man band
Other than that and some food
Is just wants I can managed
I’ve seen enough damage
To respect the small stuff
And employ all the bandages I need
To follow up
Not too proud to tell you
I want some seconds chances
Not quite due
Life is filled with these awkward dances
And bothered glances
And they’re all tough
But just look up
And know you’re lucky damnit
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P-Tree Lyrics – Luck