im riding off of this encore
runing to the sun as rain pours
cause i dont mess with women thats on fours
people fight with limbs torn
some give up some fight to live more
my soul is more than crust its straight core
cause the devil cant dismantle this mantel
cause this magma im spitin is just a sample
i grip these demons with no handles
stretch fate like old sandles
have them tipsy like to many jack daniels
i can walk this path with my eyes closed
cause after fight night i left eyes rolled
they cant keep up as i mold
i cant bend so how can i fold
god gave me a easy pass so i drive with no toll
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