The Sauce Talk’n funny that they judge me not knowing hope’n sunny catch romance from the moon’n there’s reasons why i’m drink’n drown the sin in these feel’n(s) Old spice mixtures.. with the moist of youth fountains… there’s reasons why i’m drink’n drown the sin in these feel’n(s) Mr. Rabbit out of time…. yep he running out of minutes… Mr. Rabbit conscience listens… and he tryna take mine…. there’s reasons why i’m drink’n drown the sin in these feel’n(s) Old spice mixtures.. with the moist of youth fountains… hope’n sunny catch romance from the moon’n rendezvous becomes crimson…. there is reasons that i’m on this stool.. chill with you.. Black labels neat…no ice cube…. i use to dream about honeymoons… are they sweet are they… sticky like the sex produce…. there’s reasons why i’m drink’n drown the sin in these feel’n(s) chill with you.. be with you… toasty though my chips are dip’n… skinny swim’n feel’n good… are we meant to fly soon… or are we only in our twenties tune… chill with you… see you soon…. yep he running out of minutes… Mr. Rabbit conscience listens… hope’n sunny catch romance from the moon’n there’s reasons why i’m drink’n with the moist of youth fountains… drown the sin in these feel’n(s) Why they gotta judge me knowing…. nothing… knowing judge’n for the salt… people made of salt… i understand why the eyes turn crimson… i understand why they taste like weekend songs… first album… you should listen… first album… or just another… Conscious… woke like we the people.. like JAC Swagger… Like JAC Hammer… Like JAC Rabbit… Mr. Rabbit out of time…. yep he running out of minutes… Mr. Rabbit conscience listens… and he tryna take mine…. it’s 4AM…fuck….

4 am yeah... 4 am yeah 4 am yeah... I got something on my mind... I got nothing but sunrise... See them demons speaking English...yeah... Morpheme kill these feelings...yea.. Can't believe what I'm seein...yea in there eyes blankly thinking...yea Always tryna test me... Always tryna break me... But they can never be me... I'm just living potent blowing totem...chokem toki dokie dabbin like Cameron...yeah... Like I'm trippin...chompa vados checkin... Vodka titos with my migos...los dios mios I see the evils Strawberry Hillary color my people...primary vote for Bernie......my burners ready my people...yea... 4 am yeah... 4 am yeah 4 am yeah... I got something on my mind... I got nothing but sunrise See the darkness tryna get me... But I'm shootin witta death beam... I'm a real God nigga... Why you steppin against me..BLAO... Express envelope my thoughts..yea... Keep all of you haters on pause..yea... Fuck them snail girls...bish... Use a snail Girl...BITCH!!!... And I'm hungry...yea... 4 am yeah... 4 am yeah 4 am yeah... I got something on my mind... I got nothing but sunrise Toss some salt on the wounds

The infectious feeling of hope, Drowns the obvious I'm confirming the books.... Turn the page for a vivid rhyme... Mistaken crooked I's for a king... Not a jab... That's a haymaker to deface... Disfigure my rage into paper planes... Sometimes smoke rings... Sometimes for the taste... Love sound like God without hate... But the God I know teach pain... Allow me to explain... The concept of the same to concentrate... So concentrate... On the train the wrong way... We gang bang cos poor plays... Will shift the line like an audible... The game change from a fumble... And you more worried if your numbers clean.. You...ol...dirty... absence of another poor mistake...na mean... Bodega riots.. Gather round gather round.... The Piggies poppin gotta us dying... Gather round gather round.... Fight sounds & sirens.... All around all around... Strollin to my corner store... Them forty ounces in my corner....stored.... There's fire in the metal click/ Smoke the pastor as I pull n hit/ Twelve feet /no matter how the ruler flips... Cooler grind clips sound like pharrell beats/ Listening to punisher/ Breaking down murals/ With my cartoons and cereals/ Over Fanta/ leaves the soda shaken/ Foam top headlines the publisher/ And these middle earth yuppies feel they got the answers sway/ Universe black n white/ Sea world in orca/ Trapped in a tank/ Top cotton schwabs/ a wife beater chuck/ Sloppy Joe/ Punchlines filled with hate/ trump debates/ Cos/I've/got/nothing/.....to say/ You dorks still sippin kool aid/ On a Yachty wave/ Cherry braids and that’s the wave Bodega riots.. Gather round gather round.... The Piggies poppin gotta us dying... Gather round gather round.... Fight sounds & sirens.... All around all around... Strollin to my corner store... Them forty ounces in my corner....stored....