Third Dimension

New Josh Breezzyy
You get more for your money
When you fuck with
Mr. Porter
I been snapping
Since snack packs
And dollar lunches
Now I’m flyer than Jet Packs
And Kevin Hart
While he’s jumping
A clever start
To the hardest verse of my life
I’m caught in the Third Dimension
I’m lost in the words I write
Like a turbulent flight
Cursed in the sky
To fall flat on my face
While I look to the sky
Cuz my last album flopped
Took a swing and I tried
To paint the perfect picture
And show you that the pain is different
But y’all rather me drop dead or
Pop tags
When the bass is hitting
Roof Gone, like the basement missing
Listen
Called the greatest
Yeah
That’s how I live it
So many plaques on the wall
I got em stacked to the ceiling
I been milking the game
And y’all just tryna skim it
Like me skimming through y’all lyrics
It’s brail
I just don’t feel it
But hear it
I’m on a mission
My instincts
They start to glisten
I hear a beat
And I rip em
Like dirty teens
And they denim
But never identify
Gentrified the generation
The pen and placements
Ain’t never top the reparations
From separation
To desperation
A student
Turned mental patient
Just 4 walls
And a billing statement
The feeling
I feel outrageous
Im reeling
I’ve lost my way just
Deliver to me your patience
For the ride in which I take us
The perfect segment
To take us off
To the Third Dimension
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