Chester Watson - Film Noir lyrics
[Chester Watson - Film Noir lyrics]
Just been chilling in the wilderness
Had the fighter drone bring foam
For the swivel whip
Pivot Chip Skylark's wig any simpleton
So I guess I'm feeling real nice
Since I did some pills
Sike, spit ice, it'll give you chills, nigga
Always wondered what I'd look like
With a bigger grill
Might steam rice for a different seal heist
Beam lights, let the embers build, finished
Killed sights
On the winter flips, wife's pretty limber
Nick dust keeps knights at
Night yelling timber
My eyes getting tender from the smoke
Duct seeping from the white
Silver vent get less civil
Rights but he’s sick, ummmm
Music kept me sane for awhile
Now my flip name got a
Little fame and my style gets an upgrade
Mad bummy but he’ll show you right
Wander in the forest getting
Stoned with the poltergeist
It seems like life’s in film noir
I get that everyday
For the creams that are
Burning under lit cigs
With the super villain's verge of
Earning plunder quick swigs
Chilling at the spot near the
Dock by the ditch bridge
Clocks get ripped as the shot gets swifter
But blast back like scratching the winds blow
Sick fit six high hats hacking his Thor
Light pack of chit's with a
Kite or in tenfold
Eye bags cringe nose tight from the stench
I’m at the freighter still skating
But now I’m in the crater
With high and box raven
Sitting higher than the ancients, blood, sap
Paint switch gears, smoke blunts
Get lunch reacquaint with
My thoughts don’t floss if it ain’t spiff
Chilling at the bank
Get lost in the faint shift
Shit, my height the narrow cliff
So stoned we converse with
The psychedelic schizo
Had the fighter drone bring foam
For the swivel whip
Pivot Chip Skylark's wig any simpleton
So I guess I'm feeling real nice
Since I did some pills
Sike, spit ice, it'll give you chills, nigga
Always wondered what I'd look like
With a bigger grill
Might steam rice for a different seal heist
Beam lights, let the embers build, finished
Killed sights
On the winter flips, wife's pretty limber
Nick dust keeps knights at
Night yelling timber
My eyes getting tender from the smoke
Duct seeping from the white
Silver vent get less civil
Rights but he’s sick, ummmm
Music kept me sane for awhile
Now my flip name got a
Little fame and my style gets an upgrade
Mad bummy but he’ll show you right
Wander in the forest getting
Stoned with the poltergeist
It seems like life’s in film noir
I get that everyday
For the creams that are
Burning under lit cigs
With the super villain's verge of
Earning plunder quick swigs
Chilling at the spot near the
Dock by the ditch bridge
Clocks get ripped as the shot gets swifter
But blast back like scratching the winds blow
Sick fit six high hats hacking his Thor
Light pack of chit's with a
Kite or in tenfold
Eye bags cringe nose tight from the stench
I’m at the freighter still skating
But now I’m in the crater
With high and box raven
Sitting higher than the ancients, blood, sap
Paint switch gears, smoke blunts
Get lunch reacquaint with
My thoughts don’t floss if it ain’t spiff
Chilling at the bank
Get lost in the faint shift
Shit, my height the narrow cliff
So stoned we converse with
The psychedelic schizo