Marqus Clae - Intro lyrics
[Marqus Clae - Intro lyrics]
Now where my niggas in this bitch
Who been going through some shit?
Put your lighters up and keep
'em fucking lit
I'm bringing you the Midas touch with this
On my grimy, hungry shit
Flaming fire yelling get off my dick
Now where my niggas in this bitch
Who been going through some shit?
Put your lighters up and
Keep 'em fucking lit
I'm bringing you the Midas touch with this
On my grimy, hungry shit
Flaming fire yelling get off my dick
Multiple stages of Metamorphosis
Feel like my mental is in an orphanage
Spoken word
I wrote it down so I wound't record it
I absorbed it soaked it up an explored it
Choking up on my chorus
Keeping away from the devil's porridge
Mind exploring the deeper visions
That made me worry
Not to mention the clock is ticking
Time never wait's
Babies trapped in Section 8 and sent
To see them Heaven gates
When I was younger I seen it
I took the scenic route to make
It out the safest and cleanest
Middle school, always beating on doors and
Perfecting my craft 5 years later
Youngin' steady sounding greater magic
Beautiful gems that was stuck on stems
And picked apart to fill that
Hole in your heart
Like a rose in a garden, it blossomed
But when it rains it pours for hours
With pounds of gun powder and lead showers
It's Post Traumatic stress, nigga
No comparison, it's slowly damaging
Your soul is scrambling boldly panicking
Having withdrawals of shit
That's never involved
In a physical state but the
Mental health hunt us all
Who been going through some shit?
Put your lighters up and keep
'em fucking lit
I'm bringing you the Midas touch with this
On my grimy, hungry shit
Flaming fire yelling get off my dick
Now where my niggas in this bitch
Who been going through some shit?
Put your lighters up and
Keep 'em fucking lit
I'm bringing you the Midas touch with this
On my grimy, hungry shit
Flaming fire yelling get off my dick
Multiple stages of Metamorphosis
Feel like my mental is in an orphanage
Spoken word
I wrote it down so I wound't record it
I absorbed it soaked it up an explored it
Choking up on my chorus
Keeping away from the devil's porridge
Mind exploring the deeper visions
That made me worry
Not to mention the clock is ticking
Time never wait's
Babies trapped in Section 8 and sent
To see them Heaven gates
When I was younger I seen it
I took the scenic route to make
It out the safest and cleanest
Middle school, always beating on doors and
Perfecting my craft 5 years later
Youngin' steady sounding greater magic
Beautiful gems that was stuck on stems
And picked apart to fill that
Hole in your heart
Like a rose in a garden, it blossomed
But when it rains it pours for hours
With pounds of gun powder and lead showers
It's Post Traumatic stress, nigga
No comparison, it's slowly damaging
Your soul is scrambling boldly panicking
Having withdrawals of shit
That's never involved
In a physical state but the
Mental health hunt us all