We’ve been going downhill
But it’s No Bigge
Cuz we’ve been making deals
With every delivery
Yeah it’s an appolypsce

And the streets Don’t forget
And I predict like it’s my end
On Sycamare street
We Make our last Stand
We pour Down the Bleach
Like Diazapam

You Preach to the seals
We Teach to the real
Feels like we can’t standstill
Scrapping knees
Never escaping these streets

Ready Set lights Go
Old SLO-mo action
Spielberg selling our lives
Reels as reactions

Cuz This trumatic soul
Is For the box offices
Oscar’s from home
Never really got polished

And we’ve been going Uphills
But it’s no Bigge friend
Cuz we’ve been hanging in
With every decision

On Sycamore street
We Make our last Stand
We pour Down the Bleach
Like Diazapam


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Is handled by
Red Cross signs
Like Rail roads switching sides
I Never got pass 25
Now my dreams lie
Underneath concrete lines
Cali Kids burning plaines
Brands to maintain
Ink in our veins

I wanna run away
I Wanna influence the waves
Cause a tsunami
And sting a ray
And we can’t belive lies
We just keep dancing like
We’re On a fault line
In 1999,

Y2K crimes
The Whole block is like
Optimus
And We’re Drowning Ships
Like a Fan fic
So nostalgic
Air forces sellin like Jordan
On vines in realtime
And we can’t belive Lies
We lonely inside
But still alive
So we party like
We got 99 problems
And 1 life


We’ve Been Going Downhill
But it’s no Bigge
Leaving’ our guilt
And feelings
On sycamore street2x

Yeah it’s an appolypsce
And the streets Don’t forget
Yeah it’s an apolypse
And I predict it’s my end

I don’t really care
About a y2k scare
I’ve experienced worse here