Tumbleweeds

[Verse 1: Brandon Carter]

Let's get straight to business

I don't try to buy time, but

To be honest wit'cha

I don't let everything slide, yeah

Life can tumble like them weeds, but still

The breeze will push by

I do not take "no" for an answer

Yes, I do not like filler rhymes

I've been on a roll, figured I might try to go in

Push the gas, I'm on my way

Yeah, I'm faster than that

But I'm faster than my feet can break for it, that's a rap

In a flurry, I'm flourished

Please get out of my hair, unless you'd race a tortoise

This won't end well, I just morphed into a person

Who can absorb things, keep it stored as a whole

Distortment

Keep it balled up, find a target

Let that swell up, then it grows and

I blast you with deadly forces

How this flow sound? You know I'm spittin' bare?

Drums loud as a snare, best I tear this beat apart

Let it dissolve in the air

Watch them particles fly, dissemblin' cells everywhere

I'd get blunt I don't care

But I'm blazin' through the puffs of smoke that I left here

Post poned it, my soul drifts, relocates, condone things, I molded, shape-shifter, cyclonin', I've gone in, out-going

Times rollin'

It's that massive attack, bars are jam-packed

Mauled all off of the grass, cuttin' it back

Called y'all off with the rapid, big impact with the facts

The artifact, his mid-gritty-contact

Recounteracted with the blast

Enough with the puns, it's time to punish and own this

Look to my left, and I just hooked myself with the lotus

Dust just stay floatin'

I look to my right, is it wrong to still think that I'm chosen?

Neva-ada kind of type of mind-gone spittin' lines, um

But just keep in mind, that this guy won't hesitate to try

Deserted in the desert cause this rap game feelin' dry



[Hook]

We tumblin', always end up tumblin'

We tumblin', always end up tumblin'

Once you on a roll you realize you are somewhere

We tumblin', always end up tumblin'



[Verse 2: Jerry Vegas]

Sippin' on some bourbon

Finna' make the world sick

Got gems, I always pearl it

Curvin' on their girlfriends

'Cause fuck that, I'm on my own

I'm coolin' and I'm on a roll

A pot of gold's my foster home

'Cause homie', I've been all alone

Hard to not feel lonely when there's simpletons around you Bitches and some clowns too

Wishin' I'd go out soon

'Cause I ain't got no hope left, but no stress

I'm so set, like woah, bet

I'm focused, makin' my doors open

Leavin' the islands, in need of assignments

Always gotta tight grip

I'm here keepin' my mind fit

Cerebral-type highs-hit

I'm seein' the dice flip

Restock the gas

I cough and laugh; the reason my night's sick

I'm swervin' to the exit

Don't forget that I'm wreckless

I learn and then finesse it

My worst shit is yo bestest