the source

Last night i hit the source i told her move mountains

I said the problems adding up and she said baby stop counting

Proper product of a problem child but probability smiled at him with her teeth

Got a taste of better options when that bitter get sweet

Pick one of two choices either quit or defeat

I litter the beats with old voices singing until i delete add a couple 808's and then bounce it

Stick with them ounces it like some bad habits

Look to speak but can't pronounce it through the fractures

Moving onto greener pastures

Past the part where all that's said was smart

Now i take all that's said to heart