Guardin - one minute lyrics
guardin [Nicholas Jordan Kerr-Carpenter]
[Guardin - one minute lyrics]
You're now tuning in to ataraxy I I
Are you sleeping, are you dead?
This the interlude that you listen to in bed
Caught the pillow talk
You ain't gettin' in my head
There's a quarter million things that
I'd rather leave unsaid
Wait-wait, one minute
Gotta find my pair of slides
Are we smoking out back
Are we stepping in the ride?
Might toss you the keys
I can't drive it if I'm fried
Turn the radio on, shit, that's me
I'm worldwide
Shit changed, not me though, dude
I've been sippin' Bombay with
A bird's eye view tryna kick it at thе crib
With a long ass queue
You remеmber all the days we
Smoked outta old blue?
Yeah, I miss that shit
Ripping bongs all day in a kick-ass fit
With my dogs all blazed, taking big ass hit's
Push my soul to the edge
Like it's Soul-cal 6
Yeah i think Soul-cal 5 is better than 6
Definitely better than 6
3 and 4 got some of the best characters but
5, it's crazy
Huh, are you listening to this?
This another track from the
Dude that never miss
Is it coincidental for mental how
We fix up our issues?
Misusing the sources that make us sick
Hit the bucket, I chuck it
So you can see it when it lands
If this poet got hella potent
We puffing 20 grams
Save the 8 for a rainy day
When you're feeling hella bad
It's to artists and Mr carnigan
Best you've ever had
Do not take it serious
This the one fun track, do not get delirious
Cereal, I eat it
It's a spoon-fed experience
Yeah, I thought that line was hilarious
But we headed back to the project
Get a couple lines in
By some motherfuckers who could barely
Get their lines right
Arch-nemesis, you a clown with your eyes red
Bozo the bitch
You just mad you ain't widespread
Knock knock knock yo, gimme one minute
Are you sleeping, are you dead?
This the interlude that you listen to in bed
Caught the pillow talk
You ain't gettin' in my head
There's a quarter million things that
I'd rather leave unsaid
Wait-wait, one minute
Gotta find my pair of slides
Are we smoking out back
Are we stepping in the ride?
Might toss you the keys
I can't drive it if I'm fried
Turn the radio on, shit, that's me
I'm worldwide
Shit changed, not me though, dude
I've been sippin' Bombay with
A bird's eye view tryna kick it at thе crib
With a long ass queue
You remеmber all the days we
Smoked outta old blue?
Yeah, I miss that shit
Ripping bongs all day in a kick-ass fit
With my dogs all blazed, taking big ass hit's
Push my soul to the edge
Like it's Soul-cal 6
Yeah i think Soul-cal 5 is better than 6
Definitely better than 6
3 and 4 got some of the best characters but
5, it's crazy
Huh, are you listening to this?
This another track from the
Dude that never miss
Is it coincidental for mental how
We fix up our issues?
Misusing the sources that make us sick
Hit the bucket, I chuck it
So you can see it when it lands
If this poet got hella potent
We puffing 20 grams
Save the 8 for a rainy day
When you're feeling hella bad
It's to artists and Mr carnigan
Best you've ever had
Do not take it serious
This the one fun track, do not get delirious
Cereal, I eat it
It's a spoon-fed experience
Yeah, I thought that line was hilarious
But we headed back to the project
Get a couple lines in
By some motherfuckers who could barely
Get their lines right
Arch-nemesis, you a clown with your eyes red
Bozo the bitch
You just mad you ain't widespread
Knock knock knock yo, gimme one minute