Charles Hamilton - WZAK lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - WZAK lyrics]
Your inner thoughts are no longer a secret
Every song belongs in the deep end
Dive off a cliff, fall in love
With your high talk all fly
Often talk shit wonder why no
One walked by when you
Spit as if you're trying
To worship the ground
And it deserves a round it only
Goes down try to spit
At the Sun and it ends up in your face
Whistling under
Undertaker wondering if this is just a
Wonder or take one of
These days I'ma take it away
The wonder of the take, with grace
If I could write a song to be silly, I would
But, if I am right
I don't need to write i'm good
I'm the Book of Jude i'm who goth kids
Are looking to i could bring them
To God or bring them to Satan either
Way, I making seasons for them
I'm bringing them hot as if I was trying to
Make hot music for the block while the
Block do what it gotta do to not consider
A nigga pop i'm more like Pops
(Wayans brother)
Old soul say it together fall in love
With what's under the covers
Getting old sitting still
Getting bold with the skill of
A written of God chill
If I could write a song to be silly, I would
But, if I am right
I don't need to write i'm good
Magick is all I need maybe
A ball with me sEGA
Don't brawl with me i brawl with thee i'm
On your side talk to your defense and
Your offense if you need to reside preside
Like a judge be my judge
Be my lover la Bouche in the
Booth keeping it moving stupid
But true my IQ is doing what
It do feel like I'm
Losing my snooze trying to come
Up with something wise for
You trying to provide for you
But Christ already died for
You i'm sacrificing my view to be nice to you
If I could write a song to be silly, I would
But, if I am right
I don't need to write i'm good
Every song belongs in the deep end
Dive off a cliff, fall in love
With your high talk all fly
Often talk shit wonder why no
One walked by when you
Spit as if you're trying
To worship the ground
And it deserves a round it only
Goes down try to spit
At the Sun and it ends up in your face
Whistling under
Undertaker wondering if this is just a
Wonder or take one of
These days I'ma take it away
The wonder of the take, with grace
If I could write a song to be silly, I would
But, if I am right
I don't need to write i'm good
I'm the Book of Jude i'm who goth kids
Are looking to i could bring them
To God or bring them to Satan either
Way, I making seasons for them
I'm bringing them hot as if I was trying to
Make hot music for the block while the
Block do what it gotta do to not consider
A nigga pop i'm more like Pops
(Wayans brother)
Old soul say it together fall in love
With what's under the covers
Getting old sitting still
Getting bold with the skill of
A written of God chill
If I could write a song to be silly, I would
But, if I am right
I don't need to write i'm good
Magick is all I need maybe
A ball with me sEGA
Don't brawl with me i brawl with thee i'm
On your side talk to your defense and
Your offense if you need to reside preside
Like a judge be my judge
Be my lover la Bouche in the
Booth keeping it moving stupid
But true my IQ is doing what
It do feel like I'm
Losing my snooze trying to come
Up with something wise for
You trying to provide for you
But Christ already died for
You i'm sacrificing my view to be nice to you
If I could write a song to be silly, I would
But, if I am right
I don't need to write i'm good