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A.T.S.D.

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¡Esta la finé!

It's the end of the album
You can call me an alumni
We been acting funny here
Call me Mister Fun Guy

I'm furthering my education
Black tie, business suit
Cycle off to college soon
But first I'll see you at the moon

The drop of this album
Is just another chance to get the bag
And in the future more releases
Hoping not to catch a snag

We dripping with swag
Hell yeah, without a doubt
But if this album ends up bad
It might cost us our clout

The origin falls on me on my birthday
Hanging out with Turner
Thinking of something funny to say
So on our way back, my home on route
I thought of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Clout

I'm a Star Trek enthusiast
Looking to the future
And I wrote the rhymes your jiving with
To give my wealth a boost
But I choose to give the listeners
A whole-hearted lyric ruse
No chicken spitting on these tracks
It's real me in the booth

We can't rap bout what we have
Don't have money to impress
But we always look for better
Writing letters to the best
So we rap about our journey
Our time pursing wealth
Cause if we're gonna do it
Then we better do it well

This married band of four
Has traveled land, air, and sea
Finding the locked doors and clout
And then pursuing the key
And you haven't caught us tripping
Not on one single song
Cause if having clout's not right
Then I prefer to be wrong

The last software and equipment wasn't cutting it
Decided I needed some other stuff, I got the bullet bit

Drove the homies everywhere, when, why, and under there
But Bojangles the fuel we use to smoke you with our software

We do the best with what we have, limited tech and expertise
But somehow we made it out through different schedules and disease

And through our separation we still made it our task
To make art, collect clout, while our time still lasts

Ay Caleb, where you think you're gonna be in ten years?

Living in Raleigh, with a Tesla and dollies
Those are girls and money, plus a Chevy Impala
Enough about material goods, what's in your neck of the woods?

I'll be doing anti-social things, with an exception for tennis
And I'll grow old with myself, and own a bed and a breakfast
What about you Jacob? What would you be up to?

Probably get a sick whip, I ain't talking the flu
No more riding bikes places, ay I feel like the man
We ain't heard from you Brandon, tell us all bout your plan

I think I'll be dead or alive, or something in between
I'm not worried about the final destination, it ain't a thing

Yuh, I'm the Agee in A.T.S.D.
This album couldn't of been done if it was only me
I love my homies more than you can f-ing count
And my only wish is that we get our well deserved clout, I'm gone

The T of the group, the news got two minds
Choosing the grind, never falling behind
On the ground, bounce back, third eye, never blind, woke
Click clack, turning, I'm the gears of time, I'm gone

The S of the team, we thank you for your stream
The money that we get goes towards our clout dream
Now that this is over, my lyrics are released
I'mma take this to my grave, I'm gone, deceased

Ay yo, I'm the D in A.T.S.D
Thanks for taking this adventure with my homies and me
Yeah you know we did Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Clout
Yeah we are A.T.S.D. and this is what we're about

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