Mega Cross

Locked in cross on my back Mega laces the frame Garment bags on my racks Tossing prices on bed Ate a cake on random day Think I'm blessed random fate Packed a bag I hit this state Think I'm crossing my race I locked the wishes on my back I hit that march in roads Don't get depressed you fell in cave I fuck that life problems Do not request I'm not that famous I just live my flow A lotta passing I don't want that sudden wacks can't bro Foreign currency my purse a foreign slat Wacko A lotta laces on my foot I step the print in slow I packed a bag I hit this road I packed a proper clothes I cannot talk the conversation I'm just fed up bro Hidden gems hid in side in my hands a cupid taste Balloon texts every day in my watch a random cake Random cake I just whipped on my pants the cargo pants Neon black white light in this mood upcoming trend On my back crossing my feet on these laces Packed a bag wishing my luck in these races Ballon texting pop in this cloud on my face Optimistic thought in the airy surfaces On my back crossing my feet on these laces Packed a bag wishing my luck in these races Ballon texting pop in this cloud on my face Optimistic thought in the airy surfaces Heart attacks rebooting my pleasure epic I'll be back I'll be gone in this fate gonne mystery Hidden gems hid in side in my hands leak this shining I'll be back I'll be gone in this fate gonne mystery Attack reply on this game in this casting Okay decide on the facts I don't cap In this game relay on this waver requesting A claim reclaim on this fate optimistic The random desire The light in this air Again on repair The mind in despair Alarm on betrayers The love in this air The fuck I don't care The mind in desire Locked in cross on my back Mega laces the frame Garment bags on my racks Tossing prices on bed Ate a cake on random day Think I'm blessed Random fate Packed a bag I hit this state Think I'm crossing my race On my back crossing my feet on these laces Packed a bag wishing my luck in these races Ballon texting pop in this cloud on my face Optimistic thought in the airy surfaces Foreign currency my purse a foreign slat Wacko A lotta laces on my foot I step the print in slow I packed a bag I hit the road I packed a proper clothes I cannot talk the conversation I'm just fed up bro