Two Fast

No such thing as too fast, so I fade past

Evolve from a particle, outlast

As I post articles, periodically postpartum, from all of the posts pardoned, the potus of past participle

I've looked hate in the eyes, I've seen the deepest scratch

So when the sun hit my skin, I value every breath

And if it reaches the kin, just know I love you back

There was some shit I did, I did to win, I had to take it back

I miss the XK spray with the quad pipes, salvaged to rebuild, the exhaust didn't sound right

Breaking down every week on the shoulders of the turnpike

Upholstered with the cigarillo burns is how it came like

Wooden wheel, grain tach, fake manual mode

Super loud and unstable, like my message is old