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haa hah

Early planning on it with my wife,
Side by side everything cool with my life,
Brood of vipers always make it worse,
No good in em de hole

we in the sky tonight
Come up where she like the light
Took her to a different universe by using all my might
Mmm
Then I connect her soul
Ugh
Yea she

lease new set of friends
A hole in my heart to fill
Up a little day by day

One day I might be fixed
Forget about this dumb old thing
But that day is not

no horns
cnd he's no vine of thorns
He'll hurt you, but he's subtle
He's a calm old man
He'll take you by the hand
cnd say you ain't worth a dollar
I

Ntengiphethe iqeda uvalo
Ntengiphethe Ah Ah 
Ntengiphethe Ah Ah
Ntengiphethe


Pop Smoke wase Mzansi you say?
If so, let see if I stay
Peep hole, is that really

Ntengiphethe iqeda uvalo
Ntengiphethe Ah Ah 
Ntengiphethe Ah Ah
Ntengiphethe


Pop Smoke wase Mzansi you say?
If so, let see if I stay
Peep hole, is that really

Final Round

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

Chorus
It’s the final round (3X)
Final boss final showdown

ride it was us versus them and
She'd stay by my side
Man, I don't really know what else though
Prolly a couple things I'll forget
Few holes in

find is the ground 
And the blank empty sky forces me to look down

Devouring the poetry 
Dissecting the songs
By splicing and resetting thoughts from

When I was small
I'd stare at the wall
Where patterns of lights drew holes
Deep enough to fall into
And I
Got so afraid to look away
With fear that

no
Yeah maybe I’m a fuck up born shoveling bull
And climbing too high gets me kicked down the hole
Or whatever you call it
If I had money for a beer I

crazy
I can see that much in myself lately
But you think that you know what you don't know
Telling me I'm not happy, it's getting old
I see worlds in my

the bolt-n-action
I ain't headed west, like the old Bo Jackson
Let's invest in a vest so no mo' toe taggin'
I'm the total package, masked up, like you Covid-asses
Got

where the birds at
Rocking British Knights 
Til I had holes in the soles
Eyeing the L.A. lights 
But I couldn't afford those 
No Barnes and Nobles dot com

the stories must be told
For every generation young and old
3 Veterans too seasoned and aged
With no real limit you seeing the range
More attitude than teens in

by makin’ an ass
Out of myself, shows I got a lot of class
Especially when I slid in and interfered
Like a jerk when he’s had too many beers
You know

to liberate the flip
I'd like to think I gave the slip
To any old body looking at me
Trying to cut and decapitate me
Present my head on a sliver platter
But I

I lost myself down a rabbit hole of social media
Side note you should really watch
What that rabbits trying to feed you
I'm on my drake nigga
If

go
Rotted holes are fueling what we see
A big old world of teeth
You pull me right down under
No one knows what we wonder
You pull me right down by

attention in the wrong direction yall should take a breather
I'm city wide you're city lies rappers now defined by the likes
Yet the tickets at the door say

I WANNA TELL YOU THIS
AS WE STARE INTO THE ABYSS
THAT IT'S NEVER TOO FAR
DOWN TO MY FAVORITE BAR

THE DOGS ARE OFF THE LEASH
THE WAITRESS IS GHANESE

Put some holes in a beanie and make it a mask
Upgraded my bitch and upgraded my bag
I can't go out like y'all
Y'all be going out sad
I might fly out

know how to keep it real
Can't keep no promises with these hoes but I promise to keep it trill
My young niggas poppin pills
My old heads gettin throwed

Take a walk with me
Down the village stream
Let's see
If our swimming hole
Made it through the storm
Of summer
Come and take a seat
By the olive tree