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  1. Detox

From the recording Detox

Lyrics

Tire Marks, Tire Marks, finish line with the tire marks/Wait, I ain't got time to be mimicking, I've got a whole bunch of stuff brewing in my heart/That I really need to say, right now. Write now/If you've got a vision, write it down, right now/If you got a dream, and you think their going to shoot it, down, stand ground, hands up Mike Brown/ Fire marshals moving in, cuz they caught that last bar/ Say, "she's blazing tracks with strong wheel (will), call her Nascar"/ 
So appalled, with the prototype of a guy well, pause/ I'll wear you like paraphernalia, from Dallas to Australia/ I don't even really care where you are/Click heels two times, I leave Oz! I Left Eye, like you T-Boz/ Let me keep it plain, I'll be there were you is, I'm equipped with the Wiz, to be where ever you are/ I just didn't want it, I just didn't want it, they tried to sell me the image, I just didn't own it/They said, "Go nude where the crop top go"./ It really wasn't funny like a knock knock joke!/
So I knocked down all of the lies, knocked down all the pain, me pride/can no longer take you for ride, cuz me ego no longer drive good bye/I (aye), I (aye), like a captain on the run, iDie like a colorist at a hair salon, I'm just having fun with these bars baby/(Woo) I do not drink, so do not try to buy me the bar baby/and we can go far, maybe/Or maybe not (knot), no shoe string/Got you sitting up here wondering how I do things, but I don't need you wondering, just know when it's thundering, and lightening, I'm writing, and trying to be more enlightening/
Trying to make you stronger no vitamin/Cuz I want to see you in the Heisman/In a pose like, "What?"/Stiffing these blockers, got Ibaka's like "What"!/ Hold up, you in the Heisman, hands to the side like "What!", stiff arming your blockers, got you're Ibaka's like what!?/Just puzzling people, by putting your power in places that prosper/So full of the truth, that you know what to do, when you face an impostor/Get your face our your pasta, get your faith out your Pastor, cuz you are what you eat/ Sort of like me when approaching this beat/
I'm on some milk & honey, milk & honey, the world wants beef, then milk it honey/Get it, beef, milk, cows/ choose to be natural make em say wow/ I'm dropping these nuggets, I hope that you get em, I hope that you get em, I hope that you stick em inside/ until it's time, for you to ride/ you be like "ugh" and go get em/ that grit, that grind, that get up, that go/Sorta like me when I hit up a show/ Put me on stage, Wait, Let me get back to you, you are the center court; Point of this flow/
Bragging about me, just really won't help/So back to you, are you being yourself/I say your life is a movie, if you ask me, I say a director would help/Like cut cut cut cut, where your life at/ life cut camera, you'll be right back/After these messages/then make em come out like the exodus or like the exegesis/ Wait, come out like a exegist or come out like the exodus/While you figure out what it means, I'll sit this right where the exit is/I'm finna go, Way Up I Feel Blessed