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FLA 2 The 6
- Airport next stop, it’s about 6 on the clock
- Florida March break is done, ready to rock
- Back to the land of the residential schools
- Ran by fools who used religion to fool
- Early natives captured, taught to think backwards
- You know the place, Toronto, the land of Drake
- Land of many others, them R&B brothers
- Ceasar and Mustafa, lots of Italian mafias
- Night sky, twisted towers, it’s Mississauga
- Nautica cologne, immigrants from Nicaragua
- My flow is slow agua, man, like Aquaman
- I’m awesome damn, call me the sovereign man
- I rule my own world, I’m the king of my mind
- No swine ruler can fuse their mind into mine
- From the city of panhandlers and many gats
- Project scramblers, gamblers and cats
- Meth from Arm and Hammer, snitches and rats
- Informants and that’s just the surface of the map
- And I’m far from home, just tryna get back
- In the south of the US, where slaves were most smacked
- Florida, the sunny state, up north to the bay
- Roads white from Snow, blow ice and dope
- Y’all off kilter like some damn isotopes
- Ya broke, but baroque, smokin artichoke
- That greenery, welcome to my scenery
- Ay, now we boarding, flight was delayed
- We sitting in the plane, the AC ain’t on plane
- Not working, we all sweating bullets in pain
- 2 hours pass then they ask us to be deplaned
- What a deep shame, it’s quite a damn game
- It’s 2:30 am, now I’m back in the airport waiting
- Hot like Cajun, wanna spend nights at the Days Inn
- But I gotta stay here waiting, I’m saying
- Me and my boys sleeping on floors like we poor
- I do some school shit to pass the time some more
- I rhyme galore, wrote a rap too before I soared
- They call us at 3 to get on the flight, I breeze
- Technology fixed, we take off from the street
- Flying over the land, we ain’t over no seas
- Im tryna sleep but nah my body don’t let me
- I bump 90s rap for the hours im in the seat
- Peace, love to the pilot that got us here safely
- Florida, the sunny state, up north to the bay
- Roads white from Snow, blow ice and dope
- Y’all off kilter like some damn isotopes
- Ya broke, but baroque, smokin artichoke
- That greenery, welcome to my scenery
- Got my bags, got out the place really fast
- 4 hours behind schedule I might add
- A tad bit mad, frustration increases
- But it’s chill cuz it’s still the weekend
- Drive home for a bit, tryin not to sleep
- Jesus take the wheel from me, count my deeds
- Every breath I breathe is a fresh of sess green
- I arrive at the crib, shower and hit the bed quickly
- It’s now five and I’m tripped, so I just chill
- Pass the hours by writing songs, I’m too ill
- Sorta fun, I’m writing about the same song I’m writing now
- Funny I can weave timelines like that, I’m profound
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