Spring 2017 - Week 16 17 by Theadamsmasher (TOLS) Lyrics

[Intro: Theadamsmasher (TOLS)]
Right, right, right
Semester ended smooth
Yo
Uh

[Verse 1: Theadamsmasher (TOLS)]
Week 16 of spitting weak 16s
I'm with my whole team, and we looking hella clean
Just fresh out of that final exam
The semester ended smooth, now we outta this jam, word

I said we outta this jam, word, yeah
I said we outta this jam, word, look
I said we outta this jam, word, word
Look, look

[Verse 2: Theadamsmasher (TOLS)]
Young freedom on the track, brother's brand on my back
Adamsmasher on the thing and I never ever slack
I'm never coming whack, I could never ever relax
I got these bars for days, I'm always on attack
'Bout to get this haircut, I need to head to the barber
Get that fresh fade, I know his blades are sharper
Than mine, sharper than my mind
Everybody knows I do this at the same time

My mind is kinda scrambled, forgive my incoherent lines
Cause I'm tryna adjust, I'm really just sublime
Is that my dawg Keenan? Yes it is
Just came from his house with video games with the kids

Optimism, shout out to my man once again
Sitting here and all-o-y'all is my circle of friends
I'm just sitting here putting in that work
17-5 same color T-shirt, yuh