Chester Watson, K.Raydio - Sycamore lyrics
[Chester Watson, K.Raydio - Sycamore lyrics]
A cup of acid down the hatch and, spit it up
Cause he don't give a fuck
'bout what you saying, rock the Saiyan cut
Brewed it, she the newest nigga blazing up
(Vagrant strut)
Cruising for a bruising, you's a loser
Nigga (Poof! You missing)
Peruvian and she Buddhist
Fruitless movements lead the group
She whip em spiff as fuck, ancient technique
He roll the spliff and puff hit the Dutch
Hole in his heart but he
Don't give a goddamn
'Bout the sleep, catch him resting in peace
I told 'em I would be
The dude flying in jets
Smoking keef leading 'em
Fucking these foreign bitches
In hotels overseas well, I would be
So now I'm just chilling in the woods
Smoking good trees, dust is the look
Could give a fuck 'bout the book
But catch me reading 'em
I'm looking for the method to
Chef gourmet with no seasoning
The witch's stew is brewing, I'm
Tripping fumes in the room
I can't believe it he's a thief or he's a
Genius, atheistic, breathing demon, what a
Silly little joy, stop and watch it happen
Wanna save the world
But the world is steady laughing
Take another road, swallow in your fear
Closer to light, but it's far away from here
And you, you didn't hear that from me
You didn't hear that from me
You didn't hear that from me
You didn't hear that from me
Smoking 'til my chest is
Yelling, "Fuck you, chester"
Conquest needs hustle, bet you lack black
So you could say that I
Am what is crack-a lacking
Hit your dip like "Hey
Batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing!"
Miss the world's ending, wave shatter
Aliens will tip the loft
And the? drifting cough
And I'm chilling like a
Supervillian should be, yelling?
He trying to save 'em, but the people petty
Praying sickness kill him
He reminisce of lost evidence
Fit the description
Less sane than the average factor
In his mental giftedness
(He get symphonies twisted) Tainted
By the ancient Japanese
He bleed ritualistically
Indeed the kid's a mystic sent from Venus
To invade us
(hate 'em) , spawned of death in Hades
Watch confetti hit the blades and change the
Way we see the ways we in
I'm faded, you could tell
It's in the gaze I give (Praise the land)
Had so much to do and barely grazed the list
Cheers
Cause he don't give a fuck
'bout what you saying, rock the Saiyan cut
Brewed it, she the newest nigga blazing up
(Vagrant strut)
Cruising for a bruising, you's a loser
Nigga (Poof! You missing)
Peruvian and she Buddhist
Fruitless movements lead the group
She whip em spiff as fuck, ancient technique
He roll the spliff and puff hit the Dutch
Hole in his heart but he
Don't give a goddamn
'Bout the sleep, catch him resting in peace
I told 'em I would be
The dude flying in jets
Smoking keef leading 'em
Fucking these foreign bitches
In hotels overseas well, I would be
So now I'm just chilling in the woods
Smoking good trees, dust is the look
Could give a fuck 'bout the book
But catch me reading 'em
I'm looking for the method to
Chef gourmet with no seasoning
The witch's stew is brewing, I'm
Tripping fumes in the room
I can't believe it he's a thief or he's a
Genius, atheistic, breathing demon, what a
Silly little joy, stop and watch it happen
Wanna save the world
But the world is steady laughing
Take another road, swallow in your fear
Closer to light, but it's far away from here
And you, you didn't hear that from me
You didn't hear that from me
You didn't hear that from me
You didn't hear that from me
Smoking 'til my chest is
Yelling, "Fuck you, chester"
Conquest needs hustle, bet you lack black
So you could say that I
Am what is crack-a lacking
Hit your dip like "Hey
Batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing!"
Miss the world's ending, wave shatter
Aliens will tip the loft
And the? drifting cough
And I'm chilling like a
Supervillian should be, yelling?
He trying to save 'em, but the people petty
Praying sickness kill him
He reminisce of lost evidence
Fit the description
Less sane than the average factor
In his mental giftedness
(He get symphonies twisted) Tainted
By the ancient Japanese
He bleed ritualistically
Indeed the kid's a mystic sent from Venus
To invade us
(hate 'em) , spawned of death in Hades
Watch confetti hit the blades and change the
Way we see the ways we in
I'm faded, you could tell
It's in the gaze I give (Praise the land)
Had so much to do and barely grazed the list
Cheers