Izzy Strange, Nacho Picasso - Robert Johnson lyrics

Writing when I’m detached news flash
Fighting in a mismatch quick Cash
Maybe I should retract quick Fast
Problems always rehash dispatch
Pry me out the car crash whiplash
Dying with my cold cash out last
Need an escape path attached
Stuck with the games wrath backlash

How many moves are left make?
Chopped like a sample and soda bake
Prayers to the sky, watch me levitate
Walked on water just to suffocate
I guess it’s my mistake i guess I’m afraid
Fighting fate with my charades
Can’t get away it’s like I’m in chains
Godfather 3 yeah, We’ve all been played
Can’t go back the darkness disheartened
And smarten i don’t mind starving
And carving my way
Theories of Darwin dismantle my days
Light one and blaze it’s easier to walk away
But, I’m destined to stay
Live to fight another phase

In a foot race with the devil
Disheveled, embezzle my wings
My grandma an angel
Hope god is hearing all her prayers sing
Never showed the dirt on my hands
Wonder if she’d purchase a gram
To show support to the man
This the part she’d won’t understand

Block out the thoughts it rots To no options
Hot on the block you know the cops Watching
Turn back the clocks
I’d walk with more caution
Dreams on the front we run till shit popping
Give up the funds no dunce
Enough plotting bang on the drums
Here comes a mic rocking
Give you my lungs my mind
My heart throbbing riddles and tongues
I’m done with shit talking
I just wanna see the finish line
In a race with time your always on mind
Anx the grind working over time
Like this coffin mine and I’m such a recluse
Another pop in the bubble goose
If we called a truce i’d break the treaty
Been so confused a rebel on the loose
But yo this war still needs me