One Wing - ¡MAYDAY!

Motherfucker I’ve got problems

But them’ll never make the columns

Taxes baby mommas and they mommas' drama

Run and fuck the commas

Swimming with piranhas

Sharpening katanas

Decompress with ganja before all of y’all are goners

Unruly with the cowards

These truly last hours

Homie crank it up, bust it down, make it into powder

Take it out of space

Before these fuckers jump the counter

Me and Wrek are both tipsy from the whiskey sours

Come at they macs

A venomous track

You gentleman lack the better

This is sediment rap

The leather’s the map

Your lack is in costella

I tesseract and yes in fact

My lessons cold fellow

You’ve been beckoned Jack to get on back

The game is Old Yeller

So what the fuck you really want from me?

I’ve been holding it down so long my palms no longer bleed

This is that cacti skin

Sweet tea, get a sip of this

And back up while we blast the fuck up out this insignificance

They say that birds of a same feather flock together

And some never get to sing

So that’s probably why my whole team’s locked forever

You can’t fly on one wing

They say that you can kill two birds with just one stone

Well go ahead and take your swing

But one shot ain’t enough when you’re facing the kings

You see you can’t fly on one wing

Bottle full of Mezcal, lemon lime demeanour

Throttle push down with a pocket full of heaters

Burning I’ve been serving lines since back before the streamers

Ran in and changed the meters

To way beyond the fever

We kept on rocking like the stones

Got million dollar options with no profit off these poems

Well that’s fucking fine

Thought out the box but they wanted you to be stuck inside

We brought the past into the future now lets up and ride

Stay in a fading polaroid with my droids

Trying to get these bitcoins lined up for my boys

Just keep these hard drives spinning and these trailer wheels taught

Keep 'em pressing all these bitches and they mommas for sport

See I got no chance left

Never out of breath

Loud child

Wild style

Grew up in the centre isle

This for all my people now

Homie there’s some dark days

That’s why it’s so hard to shine

Time to hit that time off

Redefine your state of mind

They say that birds of a same feather flock together

And some never get to sing

So that’s probably why my whole team’s locked forever

You can’t fly on one wing

They say that you can kill two birds with just one stone

Well go ahead and take your swing

But one shot ain’t enough when you’re facing the kings

You see you can’t fly on one wing

I hang-glide through the thinnest air

They fly on a wing and a prayer

Taking dives

Kamikaze pretending the engine’s stabilised

And since I’m able I’m handing out chutes and saving lives

They want to be strange to be playing and tied to labels

Why I lead way

Coming from dilated days of Day 5 and Jean Grey

And I make time, from the Bayside

To the BK

My mind state stay on

Trains getting defaced

B-boying rocking shows

Deejaying me and my team

Straight up

Headed for turbulence, Bernz shit is ridiculous

I caught Wrek off a few dabs, now I’m ubiquitous

So witness this

Crew getting cut up if there’s playing

I couldn’t give a flying fuck no I swear it I’m Eric Draven

Out the grave quick

Coming in just to devour crews

Piling in the prototype in an hour with Howard Hughes

Call me a dirty bird, I agree that I’m quite gutter

It’s stranger nowadays cause I got with the right brother

They say that birds of a same feather flock together

And some never get to sing

So that’s probably why my whole team’s locked forever

You can’t fly on one wing

They say that you can kill two birds with just one stone

Well go ahead and take your swing

But one shot ain’t enough when you’re facing the kings

You see you can’t fly on one wing