Usual Suspects

(album: The Misadventures Of Fern & Marty - 2017)

[Willow Stephens:]
I've got a secret, yes, indeed
Universe in sight of me
Deep like a goldmine, soon you'll see
So far from ordinary
I've got a secret, yes, indeed
Universe in sight of me
Deep like a goldmine, soon you'll see
So far from ordinary

[Fern:]
Yeah, in the game since '98
Wikipedia say he 37
But I feel young, like I'm in my prime
Like I'm 23, I can feel the blessings
Wrist game like I need a bracelet
Sing proud like Anita Baker
Ride the wave that we came on
I'll give it to you, you don't need to take it
This Steph Curry VS. King James
This Game 7, we gon' see rings
This flow different than most spitting
When I flow it's like, you be seeing things
3D how I'm coming at ya
No pause needed, I'm all action
I road Pirellis since late 90s
They still asking how grace found me
So when I rap I don't take it lightly
Twitter traffic and Instagram
Got us feeling like we the realest, probably
With a fur coat in the winter, probably
This a sinner talking with the winner option
At the Lord's table with the dinner option
No side dishes, no shrimp lobster
Just fire spitting, that choir singing like, woo!

[Willow Stephens:]
I've got a secret, yes, indeed
Universe in sight of me
Deep like a goldmine, soon you'll see
So far from ordinary

[Chris Batson:]
I, I don't like it
I don't like the waves they be riding
Can somebody tell me where my mind is?
Rappers drive me crazy, always fighting
Can you feel it?
Can you tell the fake from the realest
They said that I'm too deep, in my feelings
Bang bang, I wonder if they feel this
Yeah, I wonder if they feel this
Bang bang, I wonder if they feel this, ooh!

[Marty:]
Yeah, LA-X
Flying home on a 7, bust
'Parts at the Mi Cup
M-I-A, can't sell my love
Caught my tapes on decks
Saying bite the dust
Still got the gang with me
Y'all rappers sound the same to me, they
Prey on me, or pray for me
FAV for dweebs, I don't really like the light
So if I can't change the world
Tell me, what's the point?
Rock 'n' Roll shirt with the sleeves cut
Birkenstocks on, no sneaker's
Army green looking like Jesus
Give our fans hugs when they meet us
Everybody eats bruh
Yell out, "Gang, gang, gang, gang"
When you see us

[Willow Stephens:]
I've got a secret, yes, indeed
Universe in sight of me
Deep like a goldmine, soon you'll see
So far from ordinary