Runitback

Land of opportunity and frequency illusions

Shit that's speaking through to me is frequently diluted

I can keep my eyes peeled looking for a reason

To get it popping like the big homies neck freezing

Is that what I'm aiming for? Need some calibration

Everything that we perceive is simply a vibration

So I can never say with certainty I see it clear

But I search for sympathy, something I hold dear

Forced to fiend for Benjamin's like soul said a "Hunnid Stax"

If my word ain't getting through it's cool we going to run it back

Life is like a lowrider hopping doing jumping jacks

Full of ups and downs but if it ain't there ain't no fun in that