Zelooperz - Untitled lyrics

(Bruiser Brigade) mindstate like a stampede
Try to re-clone, try to revamp me
In the back of they mind
They wish they had me
The chrome close to his heart
But he got mad reach
Set your homie on the lick
He got wet tea and wet feet
The clip came out a movie or a dream
Every time you see the sparks fly
It's not what it seems
Every time he part ties like
He comin' out a funeral
Hе comin' out a shroom trip on the beach

So fresh and so clеan every
Time I hit the scene
Ain't nobody killin' me
My team never burgundy
Left to right, with elbow room
With the self-esteem
She came through she might let me lean
My back just start achin' me and I'm 27
Conversations hold more weight than
Preachers and the reverends
It's like nostalgia

Like he talkin' 'bout the dead homie and
He picked up and called ya
It's like the crane game, I wanna grab all ya
Got a seat at the table
For you made of sawdust
When I saw we chopped it all up
We chopped it all up
Strapped like Gibraltar
Proceed him as an artist
Unorthodox, we still don't know
What to call it got the vaccine
Still contagious when he talkin'