Back track to Staats

Before passengers

I'm making tracks

That slap

With no passages

I'm by the tracks

No packs of wax stacked yet

Simply love I have for that

But it'd be done a short time after that

Then give me awards mind worn like a hat

Gimme yours I'm warm but bored I switch back

I push with my right foot 

Don't get that? fine

Throw out your thrasher shirt

Don't even act assertive

You're sure bitch

And when the fad is curtains

You're worthless

I'm making classic works

Beyond the surface

You sticking with the curve

I'm making a killing in the circus

You flaming my training

But leaving your brain a virgin

You seem the same thing as vеrmin

Or a lame fisherman

But I can't blame you

For wanting to tеrminate

Greatness

You a stan, not new

Rotting, perpetually anus

That's the case ain't it?

Ain't it?

You can save me the lately

That shit too plain to me

Rather lay from you aiming at me

Than to stay asleep

This shit is steep

Read it deeper

Before you blame or hate me

You fucking sheep

Open your peepers

Before the gate

Oh wait

That's right

You can't

Rather take a favor

Than to stand up and use your two hands

Evidently I'm braver

I'm excellent that is true man

I just need a few new tools

For the one man band

Other than that and some food

Is just wants I can managed

I've seen enough damage

To respect the small stuff

And employ all the bandages I need

To follow up

Not too proud to tell you

I want some seconds chances

Not quite due

Life is filled with these awkward dances

And bothered glances

And they're all tough

But just look up

And know you're lucky damnit