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Tommy Genesis

Eden

 

Eden

(album: World Vision - 2015)


She call me jade tree
'Cause I'm jaded while I'm blowing and a homie can see
I'm in a dark room, I still be sunning out the air strip
Planes landing on planes landing on an air blimp, shit falling in vain
I fuck up your shit, the come up like paradise lost
You seen them palm trees glitter in that paradise frost
I fuck up your shit, like the old testament
Testament to your faith that you keep me in bed
Sloppy voodoo with my eyes, they be nothing too special
But my brain fuse a pupil to the thought of the devil
SOS if you think SOS translate to you scared
But SOS stand for SUS on SUS, suspended in air
I'ma cut you in your flight, you a razor through clouds
A white light angel in a heavy weight realm
I fuck up your shit like Drake on xanny
You was sad but now you write about your thoughts on xanny
I'ma steep you in the water, watch a grown man squirm
It ain't my fault you crossed over to the spirited world
We walky-talky through the valley of the shadow of death
You gon' shadow me every move I make, you make it next

Don't let the way I be looking confuse up your acts
Judges, I'm the Genesis, Exodus come next
Ezra Nehemiah, homie Isaiah, Habakkuk, habitat
Cooking rock soup, don't let the rookie be shook
Lurk the dirt on the apostles and the good samaritans
Coming down from the pulpit with gems in the Benz
Daddies call me young grim 'cause my body a ghost
I'm looking like a female covered in Jacob's coats
Nike socks split open on Moses' rocks
They call me a Malachi, Dubai, messenger of the scribe
They call me Young Thug's crown, pass heritage down
Bobby, Whitney, Matthew, Luke and Mark
I'ma tell you while you at it, get a lukewarm dart
We gon' shoot a weak bitch with the weakest shot
She gon' fall from the heavens into witches' pot
And then we gon' say
Amen

done

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