Desperado - Fashawn

It’s madness…

It’s tragic…

Went from a Jansport to a Louis bag

The young backpacker turned Samsonite Man

I sit in laugh out in Switzerland getting grams

Non-negotiable here’s a list of my demands, couple quoteables

I can’t even feel my hands, that’s what the dro will do

Still can’t wait to hit Japan, maybe Tokoyo, or Osaka

Another plane, and to say that I’m different would only make me the same

So I’m the same

As you, as one, let’s remain

Try to rearrange the human brain

And the heart that’s a start let’s provoke change

Fuck a gold chain, you stuck in the old days

Sounds funny don’t it

I’m so young and determined

Was young and hopeless

Cowboy, gun in my holster

Now I got my aim and I’m focused

One foot in the game, the other on Shields Ave

It’s tragic, living in a habitat of madness

Patty cake, patty cake, niggas bake and bag bricks

Keep a shooter like the Mavericks

Gotta keep a ruger when maneuvering through traffic

I don’t do nothing but rhyme

Give me a second bet you I can change the color of time

Just hit rewind, guarantee you it will free your fucking mind

Hope you lost…

All the places I go

Swear I’ve been here before

They ain’t seen what I’ve seen

They don’t know what I know

Free your mind

Hope you got yours cause I think I lost mine a long time ago

Black clouds follow wherever Santiago roll

A desperado, out on my own

Light another spliff, jot another poem

You’ll say I was right when I died

Just know I did it every day of my life

You know why cause I get paid just to say what I like

And get high, only dilemma is me making this flight

It’s my life

You don’t get to travel the world

Talk my shit

This shit is crazy

There’s nothing like it man