#366 

Week 366
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Beat & Lyrics by Buck Bowen
Since April 2017, Buck has been releasing one new track every Monday rain or shine!
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Lyrics:
Rift with the times
The pen lifting, shit kicking, spendthrift divine
You can't compare what I do with my mind
Cause you and I are not equal like I'm crossing the lines
Showing and proving
Gotta keep it moving, what else would I be doing?
Sword's liquid, the knife fluid, so why do it?
Bitch get rich or die stupid
Some dead making bread
The toaster is fried you tried but then left
Gave up real fast you dashed to get rest
Walked away we all laughed it’s sad but whatevs
You got that 8th place trophy
You do not get to act like you know me
You bank on luck but fuck all that hoping
I swear to the top is not where you’re going
Every day learning something
Gotta keep it moving, following the compass
You’d rather be broke, you think it gives you something
I’m in it to win it man fuck all of that struggling
You can do it like an artist
But poverty don’t pay so good luck on getting started
Trying to maintain but there’s no money for the project
So you’re back to the beginning on the look out for a bargain
Life is tough get a busted lip
Everything is hard man nothing’s quick
Why you complain saying that nothing fits
Bitch shut up and just shove it in
It’s not the season to give up and quit
Go take a breather until the number 10
To be on top you gotta get under it
And keep springing forward until the summer ends