October Third (feat. Blaize Jenkins) - Comet Girl

My soul was taken under ground, beat from the battleground Wishlist in my pocket, but the half of it is done Sittin on a rocket, but the half of it is gone Moneyman on the beat constantly doin proper job This country actin ectomorph, someone pass the dope Got my pockets fulla tracks, but baby I will pack some more Throw me all the violence, and I will fight back with them all This shit is kinda verbal so we have to spit it all I spit the truth i aint fill it with a fistful of dreams Im in the booth how i hit you with a fist full of peace Now tell me who got something that could match with my steez I guess i'm too hot for you and you can't resist the heat I Can't control myself, when I am spittin on these tracks Yo yo Y O We on the cruise like Taio Low to the slow read the motto off the bio Room fulla smoke ain't smellin like it is tobacco Got the old school attitude and soundtrack of tomorrow Yea they put bars on my window, guess what im outside again Still high as fuck smokin indo, Co Lee can hi-five a man Don't make me drive by the bank, nor tryna come out and pay All y'all attention to mention me on on your instagram page I flipped the switch but it stayed Bitch i be blind to that hate Im dodging bullets no duckin' See me i ride on that wave Ok, one, two Hands in the air Let me see them W's if you're here and you care One, two Blaize on the beat Bringin up the heat from the valley to the peak Why the fuck you aint rap in your mother language Why you act like pac you should pack a Sandwich With a track like that You could really say shit but they won't understand Fuck it i'll bang, 'Know what we run with the gang Stayin on top of the game, we only flow got no plans Choose a side and exercise Pass the mic we don't rest aside Choosed a path, we pack the rhymes Scoring goals, closed door behind Too loose to hit it slow-mo No-scope, cause we lo-slo No jokes, we in this mofo Sirens up like iss popo Bitch i know the way You should come with me My Brothers on my side You know we keep it clean Swim under the ice Like a submarine Posted up on the wall One, two Hands in the air Let me see them W's if you're here and you care One, two Blaize on the beat Bringin up the heat from the valley to the peak

Big girl, little girl, you're a rip curl Tearing your way through this huge swirl I know you're mad, you're on a war path You know you don't want to bury more Friends Then we could be friends I wish that we were friends But you can't stop, stop seeing us as the enemy Yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh Big girl, it's hell being unwell You know you're stuck where you fell Your words give birth like a Rosemary You know you don't want to bury more Friends Then we could be friends I wish that we were friends But you can't stop, stop seeing us as the enemy Friends Then we could be friends I wish that we were friends But you can't stop, stop seeing us as the enemy Can't bury more friends Then we could be friends I wish that we were friends But you can't stop, stop seeing us as the enemy Friends Yeah we could be friends I wish that we were friends But you can't stop, stop seeing us as the enemy You know with every cruel word that you utter That you bury yourself even deeper every day Oh, little girl, there's enough love in this circle You can shackle yourself or be free from this pain You know with every cruel word that you utter That you bury yourself even deeper every day Oh, little girl, there's enough love in this circle You can shackle yourself or be free from this pain You know with every cruel word that you utter That you bury yourself even deeper every day Oh, little girl, there's enough love in this circle You can shackle yourself or be free from this pain