What's Good

Life is good

But it can be better

With every minute sent spent spout spinning out

And every limit prohibited tends to clear a route

Inhibit anything I feel'd bring a shadow and prevent devout me spinning out

Heat the words from my lips with a rapid mouth twitch till it's fire that I'm spitting out

In without the copy paste bullshit

Cocky pace, soon as my pen hit the page I knew this shit was written out

Cutting up the beat and bass bust up your face

Of the speaker brace you might loose your footing