Syke Syke

Had a feeling I would miss

Had a feeling yo the love would never end

Now I'm fleeing from the battle wit my men

Gett'n rattled by the kids up in the crib

Yo skedaddle I ain't tryna make new friends

Wanna roll than get your paddle cuz the saddle is a mess

See the glow come and dabble see the shadows through your flesh

It don't matter yo I'll never write again

Get the facts get the meal get the check

Look at that wanna chill pay the rent

Find the grill sear the cattle as I spit

Oh lets chat cuz I feel like I could vent