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lyrics

Yes sir, there's a reason I'm a captain
Certainly a question worth asking now
I never stand pat; I'm adapting
Next step: learn to back down not a fraction
I'm telling y'all we've come too far
Crash landing earlier, an untoward happenstance
Yeah we tried shit, took a chance;
Did our own stunts like a kung fu star
What's it look like for the last pain,
Every single tortuous thought that wracks the brain?
Through incremental steps, never drastic gains
Fade away 'til we finally get past the rain
Through plastic frames,
I view the curse of the universe, a void
Shouting into it, "You better do your worst"
Gotta be ready for this shit,
Planning for every possibility through your work

Everyone alive, they bring that doubt
Even in the times everything goes south, always gotta try
Better bring that clout if you ever wanna get that dough
Best believe I'mma get that dough
Yeah we gotta eat so to speak;
It's Barbecue Season outside that door
And when the smoke all clears
Best believe I'll be the G.O.A.T. out here, Kawhi

I don't even need that much
Just enough to ease that crunch
From all the opportunities passed up
But fuck this shit, I'll breath that dutch, lemme double down
Still seeing valleys all over the place
Lemme maintain pace, this shit'll come around
Bring hard work mentality upward
Momentum is achieved, we've fully freed this summer sound
Running it back, champion pedigree
Unrivaled crew with positive energy
All the barbecue, well we better eat
If we want to be the entity that is in a league of our own
Doesn't mean that, as a result, we're all alone
Just travelling in another zone
But with this victory I gets to sleep
Knowing I've gifted these solid poems to everyone alive.

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from Outer Space Smells Like Barbeque, released October 3, 2019

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