Intro] Yo, yo, it's Precision on the track, Jeebz by my side, let’s break it down, no lack. In the shadows where the hustlers play, Cocaine dreams, we livin' for today. [Verse 1] Late nights, cold lights, mirror stretched along the way, Rails like highways, I’m lost, man, stumbling through this haze. White dust, twisted trust, heart racing like a jet, Mind's a scattered puzzle, no regrets, just that debt. Slipping through the echoes, shadows crawl and breathe, I’m a juggalo down South, wear my labels like my sleeve. Brain's gone numb, all thoughts in a whirl, Reality's a flicker in this dark underworld. [Verse 2] I really think outside the box. I swear I'm a dam paradox. Strapped on My Pair of docs About to take your on a walk. Maybe I just want to talk Trace a body in chalk. Haters Yelling Stop. So I got a form of line, Sometimes this is a state of mind, but honestly, just tell me why. Sincerely, I always feel you try, and my words make me the bad guy, So back to that outlined body. I wasn't just talkin about anybody, I was really bodying my own body. mentally speaking, physically weakening, Inside, minds tweaking waiting for the weekend. That way I can start drinking Let it drown me, I'm Feigning. for the hell of a damn good reason, like it's hunting season, get buck in the room, he's calling that dude, he's literally a narcissistic pew pew, my ego isn't a nice guy, he's smooth and fly, and for real a twisted mind, Have I ran out time I swear on the last line [ Verse 3] Feel it creeping, deep sleeping, sanity’s in chains, Cocaine’s my conductor on this runaway train. Fading in the twilight, yeah, I'm chasing the sun, Just a white trash warrior, gunna rise, I'm not done. Jeebz in the mix, yeah, I’m repping my name, But lines down the hallway left me twisted in shame. The rush is a demon, highs that never last, In the mirror, see reflections of the life I’ve amassed. I really think outside the box. I swear I'm a dam paradox. Strapped on My Pair of docs About to take your on a walk. Maybe I just want to talk Trace a body in chalk. Haters Yelling Stop. So I got a form of line, Sometimes this is a state of mind, but honestly, just tell me why. Sincerely, I always feel you try, and my words make me the bad guy, So back to that outlined body. I wasn't just talkin about anybody, I was really bodying my own body. mentally speaking, physically weakening, Inside, minds tweaking waiting for the weekend. That way I can start drinking Let it drown me, I'm Feigning. for the hell of a damn good reason, like it's hunting season, get buck in the room, he's calling that dude, he's literally a narcissistic pew pew, my ego isn't a nice guy, he's smooth and fly, and for real a twisted mind, Have I ran out time I swear on the last line[Pre-Chorus] Precision on the beat,get your senses ready, Jeebz with the flow, got the pressure steady. When the smoke clears, and the rush goes down, We’re kings of the chaos, claiming our crown

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