Comeback Season

By Spitty

Released on February 15, 2017

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[Verse]

I'm wiling off the rhetoric, effortless end to Neverland

Leverage from affecting the sentiments in our specimen

Pessimists spread the messages end in a mess of menaces

Mental who meant to mend it but men do whatev for Benjamins

Bentley bud and a bungalow, breaking bread with a blunt to blow

Blacking off of the buzz of the beauty bills and the buffalos

Bogus these flows is enormous

Probably punching in on all of his recordings, it's gorgeous

The way I compose it riding off a flow Miki Dora exploring

Pockets cracks and crevices, evident my path intelligent

Push past the past they slacking as representatives

Present day perspective on a wave of exceptional talent

If you know where it's planted, and hidden from the masses

Master can't let them have it, wreak havoc

They rather the weak granted the riches and baddest

I'm maddened at the legends let me down to where Hell is

Hell losing respective

Damn I miss the old Drake and I miss the old Wayne

Yeah I miss the old 'Ye old Jay always

Whole game flipped on a fame tip, brains make change

And lames make tasteless, bass hits

Grubbing up the club for a day kid

Does anybody know where Trinidad James is

I'm laughing at what's happened to be

Happy to be strapped into laps of the dream

Half is on a snap half is clapping with glee

Either way they all trapped in the actions they fiend

Consume the newest nuisance to prove you is included

To prove you is the coolest, they pool you into losing

Loose possession of payroll

Like every pay day you don't know where the hell the pay go

Strange so many live a cyclical style

Maybe biblical indifferent to decisions abide by

By the way, I'm playing off a pace

That they been praying to place

Beginnings came with stumbles and slouches

Started from the bottom using cushions from couches

Always had a vision had to work out the routing

Made a little tape let the world know about me

Since sixteen been spitting these sixteens

Rapping till the casket got me sitting at six feet

I'm 5' 9" looking large than life

Let the plight take flight I'm still looking for light

This one for the homies who have taken their lives

I live life knowing that through me you survive

I do it till I die I do it for the culture

Vultures get shot sought out we don't know ya

Knowledge been the key to the craft

I research words to instill in my raps

It's silly to ask me how I'm ill with my act see

Carry more bars than a Nestle factory


[Hook]

This I have found feels like do or die

Mint on the mound or they let you fly

Mind over matter I'mma do this right

Hear the babbling but I been on my comeback time

It's my comeback, comeback, comeback time

Comeback comeback comeback time

It's my comeback comeback comeback time

Comeback comeback comeback time

This I have found feels like do or die

Mint on the mound or they let you fly

Mind over matter I'mma do this right

Hear the babbling but I been on my comeback time

It's my comeback, comeback, comeback time

Comeback comeback comeback time

It's my comeback comeback comeback time

Comeback comeback comeback time