Spring
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Times rollin can I get a grip on it
Sick of this anxiety keeping me alone to think
Minds always thinkin in the crib fuck it we can
get outside and get away the way its suppose to be
Walk through the woods and all the valleys Im
passin by the flowers that formin so you know its spring
Drop of the motha fuckin grid get away from
this society that they ain't never gonna leave
Ride by with my hoodie up bumpin shit
dont five a fuck if somebody gona notice me
While you fuckas goin to your job I been
tryna heal my mind and my soul through this poetry
Fucked up back when I was young no one thought
that I would make my own lane but I told you G
Tryna do this shit the way I want but for now
I'll probly kick it on my own where the forest be