Yung Gutted - Trine lyrics

[Verse 1: Gabe 'Nandez] Solar, when i roll up i be on my toes, only go toward the ghost What's the opposite of prose i guess you could call 'em poems I guess you should get on my dose You already know How the kid do it so awfully dope Part of me broke what the art of the code was Guard your throat before your arteries choke up And they tell you its evenly split Even the enemy know and pretend to be reading your lips Talk that sh** Running your mouth you can't walk that quick Seen the light in the steps in the distance And read the fright that reflect on the infant f** with the beat Never enough i stay cutting my teeth You don't want to get your area breached I f**ed up everything in the area suite Young spitta on the come up Tongue trigger hit a dumb spitta if he run up One time I was blind in the mind Nowadays I find my mind all the time So many ways to be left in the trash Like bags of the tar get pressed in the cast I Do recall how we met I remember the things that you said when you left I digress cause Me i got rhymes to invest in Reflect best when less slime is injected Like A+ ape 1% DNA break up taste Who fit what the shore tore in the frame Rudeboy bring a new toy to the game Which boy wants to get murked Urching, surfing the surface of earth on the search Watch where you step in the garden d**h as common as one breath in the wrong one And it's based on that Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat I gotta stay warm in this cold life Ghostwrite all over the song and it goes like Trine 120 degrees