Farm-To-Table Crack Lyrics

Posted with a blunt in the '02 Nissan

Atlanta highways make an upside-down peace sign

Parked in your driveway, wonder who that is

Trap kids with stacks between the boxsprings and mattress

Flatbeds couldn't haul the freight of my adlibs

Back when we downloaded mixtapes from DatPiff

Back then, we toured in a van cross the atlas

Burning CD's with the handwritten track list

Met you last Athfest, hair was a rat's nest

Said you like Axl but you probably like Slash best

Fact is, you treated our love like it's practice

Just babies floating downriver in a basket

Bury me in boots, throw my cash in the casket

Grass hits catalyze asthmatic collapses

Hash rips spastic, never galactic

Blast beats on trash kits, rockstars for the flashed tits

You're about to be surprised

When you find you're in disguise

You're about to be surprised

When you find your own disguise

You're about to be surprised

When you find you're in disguise

You're about to be surprised

When you find your own disguise

Unstable flashes of

Clarity will

Burn off this fog