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the park - verbal mcmahon lyrics

[intro]

[verse]
falling through the cracks, i go all in to the max
i know they ain’t listening but i’m talking through these raps
getting lost up on these tracks, too often can’t relax
my cousin in a coffin cause it cost him to relapse
now i’m coughing through these packs
guess i’m coping with the facts
forever b, never leave my back open to the ax
my head is on a swivel, what you said i probably scribbled
mentally, eventually we all budge a little
man f*ck this riddle, we all stuck in the middle
you feel the ripple, i ain’t civil, more like triple h
hot headed & heinous, what a twist of fate
you should be embarrassed but you shameless
we got different taste
and they ain’t built like this, we got different makes
i mean it only makes sense, i’m in a different place
i’m moving at a different pace, no snoozing, no minutes waste
i took a tab & now i’m cruising through this trippy sp*ce

[hook]
it be the times i start drifting to the dark
wishing i was missing, disappear with my art
in dark times start drifting to the dark
wishing it was ’07 locked inside the park
too many times start drifting to the dark
wishing you could feel what i feel in my heart
these be the times i start drifting to the dark
wishing i could stay there, we’ll never fall apart yeah
[verse]
call me sire in the park, highflyer nighthawk
you wolf*cryers just liars, i’m extra wired in the dark
we like wyatts when we stalk, like pirates in new york
that’s right, my thoughts riot though i’m quiet, never bark
you see it’s funny cause they always say that time is bucks
so tell me why they always scared of when they time is up?
and honestly, most of ya’ll are lying f*cks
somehow the chickens roar & the lions cluck
my truth, rhyming & timing’ll make your mind erupt
you too blinded, spread the virus with your mindless touch
my crew stylish, we the livest, bout to run amuck
no truce signing, we cool wylin when you try your luck
don’t you know the code? you ain’t supposed to rat
float on raps, hope you know the flow could bring the culture back
the goal to grow, you slow to know
tell me how you cope with that?
smoke a pack, toast to snap, he always spoke in facts

[outro]

- verbal mcmahon lyrics

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