Old Post Road

Lyrics

Everybody always tryna play Catch up Bro catch up You playing catch up Better not mess up Better not get messed up Better not get dressed today Best you just rest you fucked anyway Best neck a shotgun just like Hemingway Betting pay that you're sweating and dismayed Getting on my way to say your setting will be late Laid out 8 feet down Cause I dug it myself Don't get bugged when I'm telling this one Selling you shit I quickly pitched up And dished out You fishing for a deeper sound You couldn't count My talent I'm more than happy To bе absent Of you phallic foes I hope you know You tragic but I doubt You havе it Understood Cause if you could You'd know this road Was more than just some rows Or a street It was home to me And y'all infected The best shit No more two floors for me Or the seasons I spent in it But fuck it I ain't tryna be desperate I guess I'm moving on to the next Segment I'm glad I didn't get anyone pregnant I'm glad to be the one who ejected I'm blessed bitch