bend the bow Lyrics

Climb on top of a mountain

And you see all that shiny stone

There's prairie dogs

At the bottom

So make sure you

Don't step in a hole

My first time in Mexico

The slang for weed was DVDs

I was 19 in Detroit at 5 AM

Dude was selling weed

I'm looking towards the future

So I won't look back

If you call my name

A rook king don't need pieces

Flooded like a submarine

If it's not my walk of life

Then I'm not going to put

My two cents in

Hit him cross eyed with a mic

When a thought is a loss

Throw that bitch in the wind

I don't really know

Where a dude can turn

When I lost my mind

Love happiness and urns

And I can't really count

All the times I've been out

But if a dude doubt

Then really I'm out

And I can't really stand

When a dude comes fast

And I'm talking out my mouth

And it hits me in my ass

I never really want

And never really have

And never say never

Cuz forever never lasts

Through your mouth

Shit I got this

Looking back like never

Shit I got this

Looking back like never

Shit I got this

Looking back like never

Shit I got this

Looking back like never

Make my own baggies

All the traffic that's around

BYOB got a new meaning

Catapult the word out

I'll need a lawyer

By this evening

Make my own baggies

All the traffic that's around

BYOB

You got this baby

That's a hundred percent

I don't need a crown

I'd take a dental implant

I feel the breeze blow

I love that crispy air

More than a blue stripe

Like if I'm, being super clear

If you could smoke the trees

I'd probably camp and live in them

I'd try to kill the old me

Though really when I'm riding

I'm with him

Transparent, water

Trying to feed a fish

What the fuck

This turned into a nature pic

Talkin love and life

And what feels right

That feeling behind your eye

And what your ribs keep inside

They're rocking prison orange

On them pull-up bars

If you're living too large

This world won't take you far

Make my own baggies

All the traffic that's around

BYOB got a new meaning

Catapult the word out

I'll need a lawyer

By this evening

Make my own baggies

All the traffic that's around

BYOB

Thanks for stopping by

Props for showing love

Good looking out on the paper

That's love keeping me from harm

True mother fuckers

All around

Love how a mother fucker

Buys a sack

Anytime I need to put my head down

Had a couch if I needed to crash

Good looking out on the job

Got these people bringing home food

Pulled me up, I can't really tread water

Got no issues, I didn't renew

Got me if anyone needs me

Anyone if me got needs

Gave me shelter when it was windy

Even when I was free like Breeze

Ana know I love the downpour

Can't forget how I got where I am

Battle's just a slaughter with a dropped sword

If I lose still someone wins