60 on my waist 60 to my bag

Snow up on my coat, feet drag through the slag (slag)

City lights dim, dark sky turnin’ black (black)

Frost on my breath, see the mist when I brag (brag)

Tires left a mark, skiddin’ out, left a tag (tag)

Echo in the streets, footsteps start to lag (lag)

Tryna leave the past, but the past hold a snag (snag)

Memories return like a note in a mag (mag)