T-Rubble's Coming Lyrics

We seek Memories

Like the need for trees for us to breathe

We plant the seed of thoughts to sow

Watching it Grow from the meek

Dodging Subservient blows

To become the sheek (chic)

Luxuriant foe.

Thoughts flow like when you bleed from a busted nose

Don't know what's needed to pay the toll

All I know is as I keep on growing old

I'm gonna need help keeping my feet down

On the road

And so, on we go on journey to the soul

Through a path of danger, debris and mold

Bro got my sister to compose this track yo

As a means to reminisce but with that and this finding facts through a haze of mist

Tacks onto new perspective shit

Open a latch of understanding mixed with

Future planning stitching new experiences attached demanding

Got this goal in my foresight and a bunch of cash on my lap

Ready to take flight on the next chapter

Might light up take off and absolutely plastered

Renegade bastard with a hand grenade bout to blast ya

I'm not an agent of chaos

Im a mother fucking master

Circle round like a Seance

I said once in this rapture

Rapping ya up like a turd

In butches paper

Serving it up for dessert

Then desert ya later

Stuck with a bag of shit

That don't matter

Like a captain Captured

In a capsular of disaster

RIP mother fucker captioned found underneath collapsed rafters

Thoughts begin to drift around

sifting not long after

Lifting Little memories of reality

On the edge of my skull leaking in the vents as I'm breath in

I am not a slave to the impulses or sin

But the voices in my head, are trapped in a bin stuck with me

Mostly drowning in normally

And I can't even begin to swim

But on this beat when I rhyme

Bitch I'm Diving in

I'm free-styling fine

Aging like I'm wine or gin.

Stumbling until Bubbling up to the surface to upper cut your fucking chin

Tubbz and T-R-ubble begin

To stir up shit breaking through the rubble

Spitting out Ambition turning on the double

With the sights in the scope

in the hope in the distance

Come along in the instance

Yeh that's Hubble shit isn't it?

Bruises on my face cracks trace and opens in

Fusing two lines to together to make grin

But I'm losing to play, but mother fucker I play to win

Two hands behind the wheel

Bitch I'm driving in

Until the will is killed and last meal

Is consumed and my flesh is festering in

Decay as the days slips away begins to end

Then when you think its over

Memories feed the cycle will begin again hey?

Do you think that it's really over, man?

I never really understand where to go from here, mother fucker. Is this plan?

All I know is when I keep on growing on

Im gonna need help keeping my feet down on the road