I've been bustin, bustin
To the point of combustion
(Bustin Bustin)

I've been bustin, bustin
To the point of combustion
(Bustin Bustin)

I've been bustin, bustin
To the point of combustion
(Bustin Bustin)

Take another look at me.

Take another look at me.

Take another look at me.

-Mistaken but fuck it I'm free

I've come a long way from hustlin' and I put that on my life.
Real talk, I'm runnin rushin yards, cultivating a lifestyle.

High times, are the right vibes, ain't got time for lies.

Why don't you get the fuck outta my face.
Draining every single ounce of energy away.

Standing here stating fuck all of the fakes.

I have been listening I have been quietly sitting configuring, knowing one day I'll be able to fit you into my schedule.

Knock out your teeth so that you cannot eat any damn food, for 18 months unless it is fed through a damn tube.

RUN

Look at me.

Take another look at me

take another look at me

-Mistaken but fuck it im free.

See everyone's got opinions and no one just wants to listen.
I'm staring down the barrel of life - Reload the clip.

Skip every last hiss that the snakes in the grass are givin.

I see alotta grins on the faces of fake winners.
All you scrimmage gimics are stuck in the same winter.

Permanent prime, it is my grind.
I do not ask anymore if you're fine.

You do much better without me and my-
Overexcessively reach for the sky.

Success over everything my state of mind.

Detrimental effects of our time, but i will keep busting until it is time.

I've been bustin, bustin
To the point of combustion
(Bustin Bustin)

I've been bustin, bustin
To the point of combustion
(Bustin Bustin)

I've been bustin, bustin
To the point of combustion
(Bustin Bustin)

Take another look at me.

Take another look at me.

Take another look at me.

-Mistaken but fuck it I'm free.

See everyones got opinions, and no one just wants to listen.

I'm staring down the barrel of life, reload the clip and skip every last hiss that the snakes in the grass are given
i see a bunch of grins on the faces of fake winners.
all you scrimmage gimics are stuck in the same winter

permanent prime, it is my grind, i do not ask anymore if you're fine

you do much better without me and my unfamiliarity of an approach,

to life

i may be mistaken but im livin it right.

cuz

I've been bustin bustin to the point of combustion.

******
What the fuck you want from me
I can’t give it to you
Desire so much but nothing is free
Who taught that to you?

Can you still pursue you goals with your back against the wall
Or will you drown out your failures till last call?
How high is the price for the things you want?
In the pursuit of happiness nothing can be bought

Earn it,
Blood, sweat, tears
Sacrifice whatever it takes
Cause we all have to live with the life we make