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  • Chris South Baby- Freestyle, Something New

    Now if you could just picture me rolling in a 67 Cadillac
    I predict I'm rolling right, aint no coming back
    Above imagination high like a quarter sack
    I'm far beyond running man I'm something like a quarter back
    On the road alone just me and my mid tones
    No place to call home my friends be my headphones
    No sense of family my ancestors be my flow
    A root to look back on a past place to roam
    I'm at a fast pace cause nowadays I'm just too grown
    Too mature for my age, and for my good is being lone
    All by myself no one to hold in the midst of nights
    Instead of eyes I'm gazing in I'm staring at these traffic lights
    Lights bright with fright of hitting a corner tight
    Assumption of hell over heaven is what predictions looking like
    And looking nice of course is how I pass and go
    And as I'm passing here goes the last act the last show
    The last known was the greatest story untold
    One of many kings far from crowned but that's how the scroll unravels and how the script unfolds
    Unloaded in loads out my mouth because its hard to keep it slight sewed
    Plus I be in a frenzy addiction my condition is hard to control as you might know
    Cause like low is how my eyes appear to other souls
    Up late at night to keep peoples mouth running like Dr. Scholes (Commercial)

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    Re: Chris South Baby- Freestyle, Something New

    Nice rhymes, read the rules and make your own thread.

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