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illmac - second wind lyrics

[intro: bobby bucher]
’cause i’mma flip my life in a minute
live my life like every night, someone could end it

[verse 1: illmac]
i don’t have writer’s block, i have too much to say
i don’t want a t-tle shot, i’m chocking up the chain
i ain’t trying to pop, or say that i’m on top, and lie a lot
i don’t want what your idols got: look what it’s done to ‘ye!
i’m on my ‘pac, yeah: f-ck the world, f-ck the game!
run a train, got no condom on me: sh-t ain’t f-cking safe
still split a dollar with the homie, yeah, nothing’s changed
i’ll even flip the script and plead the fifth when it’s my judgement day
i’ve been driving on e
i been lighting og
i been riding lowkey
i, pick the lock with no key
yo, tell ’em if i’m thrown on in the building, i might catch a case
f-ck around and throw it off a building just to crack a safe
they ride the wave, they catch the drift: i’m like somali pirates
when i’m driving, still a siren in my system: autopilot
no google-mapping, i’m whipping and asking god for guidance
stand judgement, wash my hands of it like i’m pontius pilate
i been…

[hook: illmac + bobby bucher]
’cause i’mma flip my life in a minute
no regrets, no regrets, i ain’t regretting sh-t
’cause i’mma flip my life in a minute
live my life, live my life like this my second wind
’cause i’mma flip my life in a minute
no regrets, no regrets
(got one life, one life)
live my life like every night, someone could end it
live my life, live my life like this my second wind

[verse 2: illmac]
look around the game, no one’s rappin’
bring that bullsh-t over here, and get no reaction
i’m rolling with my band of brothers like latoya jackson
load the strap in
young when i first copped a .40: call that shoulder tappin’!
if catching bodies was selling records, i’m going platinum
my mind is numb, my heart is cold, my soul is absent
kiss of death, reaper’s sickle next, feel his frigid ash
just before rigor mortis sets in all your stiffened flesh
i been driving on e
i been lighting og
had my phone on airplane mode when god was calling on me
good and evil, ain’t no metaphors left!
heaven’s more or less accepting you’re heading towards the devil’s doorstep
short breaths, this ain’t for some, like a quartet
if the weather storms, i’m never worn out, like gore-tex
never worn velour sweats, this henny warm, my head is worked
my pen could form dimensions that could teleport next
’cause…

- illmac lyrics

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