Lyrics Pab Moob - Orcheed

So, we got black foes, when you black, the po'
Don't wanna, fuck around, they on yo' back, could go
Blast at your black Timbs and pistols, bro
Them pistols go, "Bratt!", where your sister go
And I'm not 'posed to pressure these pussies
Playin' to pressure, comin'
My obsession, no recollection, I'm drillin', homie
I'm not chillin', they steady drillin' the children, homie
And you don't get it? They tryna make us the villain, B

Be reckless, any move, be reckless
Be reckless, any move, be reckless
Be reckless, any move, be reckless
Don't get it bent, boy, don't get it bent

Be reckless, any move, be reckless
Be reckless, any move, be reckless
Be reckless, any move, be reckless
Don't get it bent, boy, don't get it bent

Aye
Zay you suck
Heh
I've been sober
This a memory
Is it still "The Fall"?
Is it still?
It's my season, it's my season forever