Toumi - Glistening (Freestyle) lyrics
[Toumi - Glistening Freestyle lyrics]
Four six twenty seventeen
The day the fingers hit the keys that
Are typing the rap you hear
I promise it'll also be the day
The day this shit's released
I'm bout to go back to So Amazing and bruh
That shit is deep
I remember the day I decided to
Induct myself into the list of
Scribes that write a song where
They die at the end two sessions
Took nearly a full year to complete
But I did it and
Now I'm about to go do it again i hear
Made rappers trying to say that
The new wave are too depressing who came up
From an indie label
That's word to Jarren Benton
Nigga, you pushin' 40 with
Your eyes wide shut
I got love for you still but
That's why the game is fucked
This ain't simply a test of Lyrics
Flow and partners
I measure a person's worth by
The depth of their hardship
That's word of Slug and a word
I'm holding close to my heart
Next slug to whisper in my ear'll surely
Stop my hard working brain sending
Signals to the organ that propells love
Through my veins coz I'm sick of the pain
Sick of saying the next watershed to
Hit my page'll be blood
I ain't a Liar or a fighter
I was raised to be good yea
By two parents that love me and I don't
Wanna isolate anyone who ain't as lucky
But what can I say right now my
World's beyond awkward i'm
Fallin', I've fallen, i'm literally bawlin
And what is it that's gotten me this way?
Cherchez La Femme but, you won't
Find it in me simimarly
You'll never find me in that again
Time for the breakup tradition of
Getting yourself checked spit
Too much Venom in my blood so I spit it
Out and that's for your own good we
Both know how this'd end if I aired it
Out on Facebook so finally I digress
Is it wrong have me to
Have mercy for the merciless?
It looks like my Dad's about
To diagnosed with cancer
I've had to write this rap in one day just
To give my fans a little something to
Make good on that last
Status got another tune
To drop and I know it'll anger racists
And I ain't talkin' bout the
Faggots who were laughed out
Of my city for the
Third year runnin yesterday
Tails between their legs
Bitch ass people fake ass "men" I won't miss
Your little "March" you ever try that again
Na, I'm talkin' bout the
Powers that be believe
I'm praying for london i ain't
Religious but you see how
It might look to a guy who's postered up in
MI5, Failing to protect my country that a
Nigga has gone and dropped lines bout
His first album being a bomb and twisting
It back Next thing you know
I got 6 warning shots in my back
That's the plight of a true Master
Of Ceremonies eight years
Drumming experience, that's how I learned to
Spit in time before I even smelled a mic
But this is where I feel comfortable
It's what I like
But in case you can't tell
I'm finding little to comfort
Me right now, so comfort me
Right now retail therapy, how?
I can't even fall back on my
Friends this time like the
Real ones that messaged me when
I published "I'm Fine"
Real niggas show their true colours
All too quickly when
They see that you're going
All through a struggle
So please, stay the fuck out of my bubble
There's a reason why a lot of
My songs aren't easy listening
My pen game's at my best
When these eyelashes are glistening
Toumi
The day the fingers hit the keys that
Are typing the rap you hear
I promise it'll also be the day
The day this shit's released
I'm bout to go back to So Amazing and bruh
That shit is deep
I remember the day I decided to
Induct myself into the list of
Scribes that write a song where
They die at the end two sessions
Took nearly a full year to complete
But I did it and
Now I'm about to go do it again i hear
Made rappers trying to say that
The new wave are too depressing who came up
From an indie label
That's word to Jarren Benton
Nigga, you pushin' 40 with
Your eyes wide shut
I got love for you still but
That's why the game is fucked
This ain't simply a test of Lyrics
Flow and partners
I measure a person's worth by
The depth of their hardship
That's word of Slug and a word
I'm holding close to my heart
Next slug to whisper in my ear'll surely
Stop my hard working brain sending
Signals to the organ that propells love
Through my veins coz I'm sick of the pain
Sick of saying the next watershed to
Hit my page'll be blood
I ain't a Liar or a fighter
I was raised to be good yea
By two parents that love me and I don't
Wanna isolate anyone who ain't as lucky
But what can I say right now my
World's beyond awkward i'm
Fallin', I've fallen, i'm literally bawlin
And what is it that's gotten me this way?
Cherchez La Femme but, you won't
Find it in me simimarly
You'll never find me in that again
Time for the breakup tradition of
Getting yourself checked spit
Too much Venom in my blood so I spit it
Out and that's for your own good we
Both know how this'd end if I aired it
Out on Facebook so finally I digress
Is it wrong have me to
Have mercy for the merciless?
It looks like my Dad's about
To diagnosed with cancer
I've had to write this rap in one day just
To give my fans a little something to
Make good on that last
Status got another tune
To drop and I know it'll anger racists
And I ain't talkin' bout the
Faggots who were laughed out
Of my city for the
Third year runnin yesterday
Tails between their legs
Bitch ass people fake ass "men" I won't miss
Your little "March" you ever try that again
Na, I'm talkin' bout the
Powers that be believe
I'm praying for london i ain't
Religious but you see how
It might look to a guy who's postered up in
MI5, Failing to protect my country that a
Nigga has gone and dropped lines bout
His first album being a bomb and twisting
It back Next thing you know
I got 6 warning shots in my back
That's the plight of a true Master
Of Ceremonies eight years
Drumming experience, that's how I learned to
Spit in time before I even smelled a mic
But this is where I feel comfortable
It's what I like
But in case you can't tell
I'm finding little to comfort
Me right now, so comfort me
Right now retail therapy, how?
I can't even fall back on my
Friends this time like the
Real ones that messaged me when
I published "I'm Fine"
Real niggas show their true colours
All too quickly when
They see that you're going
All through a struggle
So please, stay the fuck out of my bubble
There's a reason why a lot of
My songs aren't easy listening
My pen game's at my best
When these eyelashes are glistening
Toumi