Crawdad - UV lyrics

[VERSE 1: CRAW] Peace to Walter White, I'm feeling ultra-light Like this sh** was violet, sirens on my right Agony on my left, tragedy on my breath Day in my shoes, you couldn't take a f**ing step I'm finding that my mind was designed to rhyme to timing that I define Define fine, dope rapper, rapping ahead of my time My prime, I can't find it, my lungs trained with astronauts Space my silver lining, so far behind you not even an afterthought Thought process a hot mess, I progress, resurrect stress Like left to my own devices I be left for dead, dead set To move thru the new school who's who with dudes who bruise fools f**ing pussies, yall should wear tutus Rapping ballerinas, I'm proud to be the Drug addicted a**hole, who turned his life around But sound like he could smash hopes My last rope been thrown over the cliff, ain't it Tied around your ankles, that's a cliff hanger I rip anger in the midst of swift danger Change up to love before the twist Dangle your head beneath me, because I'm over it Old enough to know that Red Rover is a Doberman they let loose When you try to leave the zone you in I'm practical, you need to practice, hit you with a cactus Laugh when your a** is bleeding in need of a Tampax Yeah, this is something you can't have Whoa, whoa, I need to slow it down Yo, yo, this sh** is going down Like anything Obama touch, no clown in my circus One man band, lyrical wordsmith With words that'll work this dark side of my soul Not perfect, but persist, to murk this, I'm nervous I murdered this verse sh** on purpose Acrobatic patterns, I shatter the matter perfect The ladder I'm climbing is working, for certain I'm hurting daily, broke and I'm hungry, here we go baby Maybe I should take a break, ever going to happen – no Never going to rap like yall, never a fashion show, uh I'm just too tactical, jackal with an axe and bow I'm making the art of escape look easy, believe me Less of a breeze and more of a whirlwind Doing 65 when we ride – me and my girlfriend Peace to the bottom feeders, peace to my landlord I wouldn't wanna be ya, peace to Edison, I wanna roll in your corporate office And leave your mouth hollow like an orthodontist Of course I've been, praying I get to heaven, but I'm just a dude with a d**h wish Yelling “f** you” upon my exit Like I really wish my last words could have been my first impression © 2015 Ill Company Music