Firebolt

(الألبوم: 2am Music - 2018)

Daraa
Yuh
Da, Da

Long nights in the desk lamp
Got heavy thoughts and I'm lightheaded
Too zooted; I'm space-ready
I can't even get the mic ready
Still kill it though
In the womb I hit triangle, I was born ready
I'm magical
Lightning bolt in the brunette locks of my curly hair
He throw fire bolts

They say every song I drop lately
A career launcher like catapults
They treat me like I'm on a pedestal
But that pedestal made of long nights and a hungry soul
Get comfortable
The come up coming but it might take a long while though
Few years or so, I'm in it though
In this game there's no winning though
Just evolution and obstacles
I clear them all still go for gold
I can take the throne and I'm not finished
Take a shot like it's flu season
You missed your shot like I dropped with it
Aimbot with the shot hitting yeah

CJ miles with the shot hitting
Had to win it was predestined
Robotic flow with the wise presence
Cleverbot with the next sentence
Picket app got some busy mentions
Old talks not worth the tension
Hundred songs give me hella leverage
Magic cards with the board presence yeah

Long nights in the desk lamp
Got heavy thoughts and I'm lightheaded
Too zooted; I'm space-ready
I can't even get the mic ready
Still kill it though
In the womb I hit triangle I was born ready
I'm magical
Lightning bolt in the brunette locks of my curly hair
He throw fire bolts

Throw thunder bolts (wow)
Throw spirit bombs (wow)
Throw chakra bombs
These Friday nights smell like edibles and a beaker bong
My neighbour homie start up the Chevy we 5 deep with the system on
Driving the team like a soccer mum
Why every girl he catching feelings for
I don't even know what's going on
She sit me down for a deep talk and then open up like a Bakugan, I
I don't hear shit with the music on
I deal enough with my own problems so
I prefer if you keep it on girl

Long nights in the desk lamp
Got heavy thoughts and I'm lightheaded
Too zooted; I'm space-ready
I can't even get the mic ready
Still kill it though
In the womb I hit triangle I was born ready
I'm magical
Lightning bolt in the brunette locks of my curly hair
He throw fire bolts

Long nights in the desk lamp
Got heavy thoughts and I'm lightheaded
Too zooted; I'm space-ready
I can't even get the mic ready
Still kill it though
In the womb I hit triangle I was born ready
I'm magical
Lightning bolt in the brunette locks of my curly hair
He throw fire bolts
Hey