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300 Acres - Kane Comfort

Just hit that flow state I want some space okay I want me like 300 Acres I gotta get the paper before they get ride of the paper I set intentions for the blessings keep it in my prayers Its a rat race in this bitch the lines are getting grayer But I don’t hat the game and I don’t hate the players Some people gettin’ funneled to the cake and it ain't seemin’ fair It’s kids addicted to the drugs like they ain’t seeing D.A.R.E We all got different obstacles gotta be aware In my lucid nightmares I fight my demons there So it ain't much in the daylight that’s givin’ me a scare In everything I do, to my spirit want my mind to lose Unconsciously creator and the muse Open yourself up You gon’ lose the dont’s and do’s Eatin’ so much on these tracks you could call it thought for food My catalog gettin’ fat, my bank account too Maybe cause my actions ain’t depending on my mood but I digress sometimes I need me some rest That’s what all these influencers ain’t been seeing on the net It’s work hard then work harder until there’s nuthin’ left Cause bitch you ain’t successful less we sayin’ you the best We in the information age come and pay your debt Ain’t no tellin’ with these young minds how it will affect Maybe they’ll grow up to be the strongest generation yet So many thangs in this world that I still don’t get That’s fine ya’ll can keep the rest I still play to be the best You couldn’t walk in my shoes you wouldn’t pass the sneaker test You think you hot but you not Like when your moms put her hand up to your forehead You ain't pass the fever test Guess it’s time to go to school I see so many artists that’s worried bout who’s who I’m like who the fuck are you? I don’t need another song about your fake ex boo I’m flyin’ higher than a satellite from space x do I’m just doin’ my spin of what the greatest do No plan B, I’m just rappin’ like the latex do I got a girl and she ain't worried bout them famous dudes And now the world is gon’ be knowin’ what the name is dude KC and I aint talkin’ bout the general store I put the beat in the morgue I'm with the game and we ain't gettin’ divorced I'm in my satchel no Harrison Ford In the electrical Porsche Im on my way I want some space okay I want me like 300 Acres I'm feelin’ great off of the rigatoni with the capers I took a sip I told em bring the bottle to the table So we can make a toast to life me and my family grateful.