(Freaky Pat) Let me start it off i know that you slept, on my last project I forgot about it in the 9th grade had minajes with the sloppy toppy all my friends fiends pulling seeds from green like its edamame if i had it my way (Gucci Emet) Word on the Street Gucci Was gone I came back with the heat. Cortez on my feet (sauce) And you already know Freaky Pat made the beat Hit up the plug He got the gas but sold miss to Malia (Obama) Pick up a sack and roll that bitch up till it's fat like Scalia (Freaky Pat) never selfish with the aid bitch I’m passing on the play bitch I’m magic hold the aids steven nash with the drain yeah i do this every day homie (Gucci Emet) Word on the street (Freaky Pat) Caught me a case, murdered a beat (Gucci Emet) Word on the street (Freaky Pat) All of these rappers just dirt on my cleats. (Freaky Pat) Off that lean, so my vision move in slo-mo did it for the greater good, super-suited frozone Enough with the nonsense feed the streets like I'm Lyndon B. Johnson I know I'm blanco but my dick game Wakanda stunt on you urban imposters I'm just (Gucci Emet) Covered in sauce like spaghetti I'm whipping the brid man I feel like Andretti I'm saving on gas so I'm blowing that fetti she ask you wanna fuck? Said adu like I'm Freddy (Freaky Pat) I do like I'm freddy I bust from the top you can call me confetti spongebob I'm ready Y'all smoking on Reggie Off white like I'm Betty How could you forget em Make beats like I'm Nitti (Gucci Emet) Like Ed edd and eddy my life's a cartoon know a few goons I'm scared of raccoons (Them shits is scary though) No heart but I shoot for the moon Opps tryna stop me they playin prevent She on my meat ain't no lent pants like a tent she gave consent (Freaky Pat) Always, didn't make the bed so I hit it in the hallway. (Gucci Emet) Word on the street (Freaky Pat) Caught me a case, murdered a beat (Gucci Emet) Word on the street (Freaky Pat) All of these rappers just dirt on my cleats. (outro)

(Freaky Pat) you don’t know me you don’t know me you don’t know texting all these messages is fucking lonely snapping me your daily life just makes u corny so come back over leave your phone and we can get to action leaving all distractions in the basket and baby I got to know right now if I’m more than just a manifestation of your loneliest state, or maybe something that could ease your pain, just saying that baby, I could be so much more and i know i got a real bad habit for grass without a cent to my name but girl a handful of ass will surely shoulder my pain so baby hold me down Your nerves relax like a backseat nap But first what's a clap without a backing track Concur, that, I'm not a Latin man, but in Miami as a matter of fact so Lay back (latin chorus) you don’t know me you don’t know me you don’t know texting all these messages is fucking lonely snapping me your daily life just makes u corny so come back over leave your phone and sipping man on a mission tripping don’t do the distance listen little did i mention that i could bend your back its just business It might seem crazy to you but a blunt rolled tight is a blazing for two and baby if you could spark my blunt then you could understand that feelings come and go baby if I’m the sand then you the undertow and baby i know you know i know that we’re past distractions tensions in the past tense half past plastered dancing to this latin anthem so that you’re comfortable

(Freaky Pat) this here? this is pocket paraphernalia putting fear in middle america like It's scary stuff spitting riddles till I’m riddled with the fairer stuff fair enough BC got the verde in the cherry blunt forgive me burn my bridges in chimneys I’ve been living like whitney I’m not as rich as my production but i keep a couple bucks and I’m double clutching tough and i fumble nothing had to finally lay it on display for you motherfuckers (SAMPLE HOOK) (B.C.) Me and Freaky with the flips got this shit on lock - B.C. the master cause of Stockholm syndrome Soon as the drums hit your eardrums plus the wisdom permanent effects on your system as long as Freaky got the beat rocking I'll assist em. Whats the mission, I ain't missed one Make her crisp out of Christian Louboutin Krypton, fly shit what I been on. (more specific references!! too obscure) back let me establish this we’ll body any minneapolis rapper happily looking dapper and dastardly only smoking dope cuz of overdoses and (cash)ualties ovloaded on hash with a bottomless bag of weed yuh, So watch an addict be aristocratic I'm Dennis rodman with the diplomatics you can find me in the west atlantic round miami 62nd automatic with the weapons check before you get to stepping bitch (B.C. Fitz) No S on my chest still flex like superpowers international really we been counting a few hours Crashed on the road to riches chasing cowards, stressing Breaking down flowers like cold showers Keep me on my square over there is where they hate from a distance we move different across paths these goof troops is too timid bruce bruce and trus how we doing digits she got an ass like 2 midgets let's tag team if you cool wit it (Freaky Pat) the hard times of a hopeless creative the steady slope of going broke it’d be dope if i made it heres a toast to impatience I don’t boast when i say shit I’m just giving y’all the basics i hope that you play this whenever your feeling hopeless and vacant whenever toking get the most of you this so you can take (it) away from the monotony, a pot to pee won’t make your happy …its freaky pat and BC wrapping it up in fashion

(Freaky Pat) Look, my raps all factual spit it like the edge of an unwrapped backwood fun fact pat could kill a couple careers, all while i nap but I focus on the positive, they boasting and boasting, modesty my prerogative cause y’all just not as good everybody rap these days, and act proud of it but freaky make em spin like pottery all these rappers vision bout as far as harry potter see

Pt. 1 (Freaky Pat) She hates my music she thinks I’m a nuisance i even told her i produced it she hands me a noose and every time i think I’ve got it she tells me to lose it the moment i think I’m worth it she tells me to prove it busy every day but she says i don’t do shit every time i get creative shes aching my movements If I'm satisfied she calls it complacent and foolish She love the look up on my face when I'm angry and losing Come to think of it my demons been a Bitch Someone tell depression suck a dick fuck a conscience and the thoughts that say u ain't shit Cuz they ain't nothing to play with Told me I'm ignorant I said she in my head She told me not to go outside I went to eat instead She told me everybody selfish and I might agree So now I'm out here giving help and getting my degree Accept me for my flaws and and what you find will be Its just another kid who put his mind at ease And where she at? It's been a minute She been with enemies and friends the venom in em regret the minimum, everybody dies so don’t sweat the pit and the pendulum This for all times she trapped u up in your bed and then took away your morning, you got my support man Internal depression or a controlling girlfriend? Pt. 2 (Freaky Pat & Frank) (2x) Well It's a peaceful evening Please Believe Me I'm at the mercy of my demons tonight But It's alright. It's alright.

(Freaky Pat) Growin’ up throwing on dubs They told me roll me one up, and treat these hoes with no love Don’t ever cuff em just fuck she cut off after a month I can’t explain the distance if i was born in it, then i don’t know no different I’m on my loner drifting right passed a religion muffled emotions from lack of commitment this is loneliness speaking only love him for the weekend then don’t ever speak t’him this the digital age of all this pent up aggression instead of visible rage its a twitter parade, of internet activist with gucci bag on wrist who never gave no aid saying ‘fuck minimum wage’ and whats with me today tryna snap about the state of things over a plate of wings and some faded dreams I sound awfully drowsy I cough, ash weed I found god in the house key I lost last week (2x) “Baby I don’t need your call, you see I need” A reason just to get out of bed, and thats you, but When you’re through fucking with that other dude, You gonna know, You never knew that I’m in love with you Frank said unrequited love’s a bad religion I’m off the potion, rest in peace to Alan Rickman On this long road home I can’t get past the runway I’ll give you six days out the week ill just be sad on Sundays give me just a little more time just a little more time But i fucked up and you don’t love me you don’t (3x)

Keep Up/I’m Sorry Babe/This Road Home (Freaky Pat) You never left, from Holmes ave to Niccolet Your frozen snow is packed below my growing silhouette Timbs is coated in snow I’m hoping to cash a check The sun is set, the cold is blowing my smoking breath “hoo” i breathe out from Lynnhurst to the creek now the leaves are back the sundresses are bout a week out I see now, I leave in just little bit look up at the lake i burn the feeling in a cigarette I gotta leave your autumn leaves is approaching fast like broken glass I piece the fragments of my broken past from smoking grass to pho at Quang to Hennepin to getting caught up in the rain with not a thang to do but hope it last I sip the bottle for my bottled up emotions on leaving your lakes for oceans only afraid for the moment ill be ok in the morning but feeling pain is important Remember days when it's boring and really nothings important I wake from sleeping the sun is starting to peak up theres more mosquitos in the air than roaches in the greek cut I gotta leave just promise me that we’ll keep up I love you more than I speak of. (4x) “I reach out and hold, in my loving arms” And when I come back your cold and when I come back I’m old and I’ve almost lost touch like I’m numb from the cold But I say gucci whats good, I say paddy lets cook I got Phil and Tanny in the back passing a wood I’m actually good, Holmes ave I’m back when I could ‘cause don’t nobody love you more than your hood cuz when I come back I’m cold and what I know is whats old It's like home is just the same old story retold but I say gucci whats good, and I said paddy let’s cook I got Frank and Jack in the back passing a dutch I’m actually good, Holmes ave. I’m back in a month i had to leave but but I’m back where I’m from. packing a blunt. (4x) “I reach out and hold, in my loving arms” (Interview Sample) (X12) This Road Home