nAvvvi ツ - FESTIVE EBONY MIDGET SCAT PHENOMENON lyrics
[nAvvvi ツ - FESTIVE EBONY MIDGET SCAT PHENOMENON lyrics]
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Its hard to take yall seriously
When everybody disagree
From long beach down to Tennessee
Its incoherent oversea
Yall raped me for another dream
Then stole off up my master key wHOA SENPAI
You think you got it, disappear
My voice is like a auctioneer
It sends away my greatest fears
I push, i pull, it's action
Breaking walls, red faction
Loads off minds, the paramount wind
Its a clock, it's a rhyme
Apparently i never even felt a fucking crime
Its a clock, it's a rhyme
Im like the story Limbo except
You can watch me die
Whats the problem if i wanna
Watch the world burn?
What's the problem if im shaking
When the world turn?
Phone boy, phone boy
They so hard they unemployed
Homeboy, homeboy music just a decoy
Photosynthesis, fuck with me
Ill break your 9 to 6 i've been the mix
You fish up off yo six and sixty six
Worship satan in the mix
Its kinda cringy, pickle rick i punt to miss
You run, then wiff it's kinda bitch
I don't gotta problem but yall seem
To look at me amok
Enter destination of my doublechin
I show the tuck broke yo promise
Promise me you'll break it
Two more times again im sittin, waitin
Momma's news you talkin like it's CNN
Fuck, im tired of this carry
Deep inside in my backpack
Every artist fallin off im gonna
Need a stat trac
Everybody screaming and yellin and
Then im gettin tired
About to show my age if these
Fuckers try to blink my mile
Bouta bust a pussy if he
Talkin wit a fucking flick
Watch the money touch his lips and then
He goes and rides a dick
Platform just a flip of
A million little shit's
Who just get a taste grit and
They run off on a tick
Its hard to take yall seriously
When everybody disagree
From long beach down to Tennessee
Its incoherent oversea
Yall raped me for another dream
Then stole off up my master key wHOA SENPAI
You think you got it, disappear
My voice is like a auctioneer
It sends away my greatest fears
I push, i pull, it's action
Breaking walls, red faction
Loads off minds, the paramount wind
Its a clock, it's a rhyme
Apparently i never even felt a fucking crime
Its a clock, it's a rhyme
Im like the story Limbo except
You can watch me die
Whats the problem if i wanna
Watch the world burn?
What's the problem if im shaking
When the world turn?
Phone boy, phone boy
They so hard they unemployed
Homeboy, homeboy music just a decoy
Photosynthesis, fuck with me
Ill break your 9 to 6 i've been the mix
You fish up off yo six and sixty six
Worship satan in the mix
Its kinda cringy, pickle rick i punt to miss
You run, then wiff it's kinda bitch
I don't gotta problem but yall seem
To look at me amok
Enter destination of my doublechin
I show the tuck broke yo promise
Promise me you'll break it
Two more times again im sittin, waitin
Momma's news you talkin like it's CNN
Fuck, im tired of this carry
Deep inside in my backpack
Every artist fallin off im gonna
Need a stat trac
Everybody screaming and yellin and
Then im gettin tired
About to show my age if these
Fuckers try to blink my mile
Bouta bust a pussy if he
Talkin wit a fucking flick
Watch the money touch his lips and then
He goes and rides a dick
Platform just a flip of
A million little shit's
Who just get a taste grit and
They run off on a tick