Spitty, Nicole Jaskot, FBG Dutchie - Infinity lyrics
[Spitty, Nicole Jaskot, FBG Dutchie - Infinity lyrics]
In a Land Before Time
Littlefoots stomped the yard
When hydrogen was hyperactive
Striking in the stars
Settling the atoms in a galaxy so far
My prophecy feel composite and locked
Into the tar i'm an outer body fellow
Mind wiggle like the jello
Sliming off the limoncello
Wonder why the sun so yellow?
We been building up the Lego
But when should one just let go
Already got the Eggo and a box of Cigarillos
A box on top my palm
That display the greatest meadows
And the Terminator predecessor - Amazon Echo
(Echo, echo) we're swimming in the excess
Google reads my messages like
All my crazy exes
I'm the ambiance the opulence
And opposite in one
Put the mirror in front of sinners so
It shows just what we've done
Carving symbols out of granite granted
Who could foresee this?
Filling pools with the fetus
Sealing fools into grievance
Seasons greetings from the
Future post-apocalypse
Pods is stocked with carbon
Copies observing through Oculus
Automatic operations offered for
Your body prints
Pulse soul mind social number we
Need all of it
Dollars come from shiny rocks
Factory procedures
Computer number crunching
Tapping add features
Regardless of the conquest and the
Many clocks that's ticking
The soul of any body worth
The same as any pigeon (95)
Bass i got bass
Bass i got bass
Bass i got bass (I got it)
Bass i got bass
The story begins
Live a life of glory and sin
Cracking 40's in Timbs
Rolling passing more to my kin
Living life hella bruises till
My warriors win to king pins from a youngin
Blunted pouring out gin upon the corner
You looking like a foreigner then
Seek your place or greet the
Reaper-meet the horror within
The aura of sin
Look into the eyes of a real one i feel nun
Izm in my blood my people deal sum
Seen some leaking like spilled rum
In the streets we were taught
To gain our meals from
Been with them real ones
Markham and Steeles son
My right hand folded and I'm still numb
Got me feeling like I'm Kim Jong
Ill son for real son
Skills distilled but still I'm Ill son
Flow dirtier than a milfs tongue
Pause, we ain't just no average human beings
We gods
Step into this path with my sword clashing
I forecasted money
Show the broke what the format is
They just hand me downs
Don't pay no mind if the store has it
95 I be killing em' (ah)
Bass i got bass
Bass i got bass
Bass i got bass (I got it)
Bass i got bass
(95)
Littlefoots stomped the yard
When hydrogen was hyperactive
Striking in the stars
Settling the atoms in a galaxy so far
My prophecy feel composite and locked
Into the tar i'm an outer body fellow
Mind wiggle like the jello
Sliming off the limoncello
Wonder why the sun so yellow?
We been building up the Lego
But when should one just let go
Already got the Eggo and a box of Cigarillos
A box on top my palm
That display the greatest meadows
And the Terminator predecessor - Amazon Echo
(Echo, echo) we're swimming in the excess
Google reads my messages like
All my crazy exes
I'm the ambiance the opulence
And opposite in one
Put the mirror in front of sinners so
It shows just what we've done
Carving symbols out of granite granted
Who could foresee this?
Filling pools with the fetus
Sealing fools into grievance
Seasons greetings from the
Future post-apocalypse
Pods is stocked with carbon
Copies observing through Oculus
Automatic operations offered for
Your body prints
Pulse soul mind social number we
Need all of it
Dollars come from shiny rocks
Factory procedures
Computer number crunching
Tapping add features
Regardless of the conquest and the
Many clocks that's ticking
The soul of any body worth
The same as any pigeon (95)
Bass i got bass
Bass i got bass
Bass i got bass (I got it)
Bass i got bass
The story begins
Live a life of glory and sin
Cracking 40's in Timbs
Rolling passing more to my kin
Living life hella bruises till
My warriors win to king pins from a youngin
Blunted pouring out gin upon the corner
You looking like a foreigner then
Seek your place or greet the
Reaper-meet the horror within
The aura of sin
Look into the eyes of a real one i feel nun
Izm in my blood my people deal sum
Seen some leaking like spilled rum
In the streets we were taught
To gain our meals from
Been with them real ones
Markham and Steeles son
My right hand folded and I'm still numb
Got me feeling like I'm Kim Jong
Ill son for real son
Skills distilled but still I'm Ill son
Flow dirtier than a milfs tongue
Pause, we ain't just no average human beings
We gods
Step into this path with my sword clashing
I forecasted money
Show the broke what the format is
They just hand me downs
Don't pay no mind if the store has it
95 I be killing em' (ah)
Bass i got bass
Bass i got bass
Bass i got bass (I got it)
Bass i got bass
(95)