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Saffron

 

Saffron

(альбом: New Moon - 2019)


Waves start crashing into walls
Read between the lines, I be captioning my calls
Life is little monsters, try to capture into balls
Rappers think they slick until I trap 'em in my jaws
.45 gun tucked, sorta live, summed up
Bitch, I get it slapping like forty-five nunchucks
Hoe, I think I'm young buck, shorty wanna ride with me
Old school as stickers on Atlanta 59Fifty's
My city vibe with me, bricks on the boards, hoe
Hot as brick ovens while your shit's so Digiorno
Slip through the core slow
Inhale the dope, let it drift through your torso, fuck it, what's the budget?
See, me and Rav playing Dreamcast and passing blunts
It's 2: 00 a.m., could you please pass the Captain Crunch?
Dap me up, face first, what the business is
Burning up the block, homie had to get the biscuit in
Fuck the pigs, turn the Sargent into brisket bites
I only like to write rhymes when I'm pissed at life

I write a lot of fucking rhymes lately, dawg
But anyway...

See, me and you got a thing we gotta speak about
(Speak about, speak about, speak about, speak about)
See, me and you got a thing we gotta speak about
(Speak about, speak about, speak about, speak about)

All life been hardline for art time, I ghost
Your time is part-time, I oft' try enclose
But won't lie, I've strolled by my whole life in low light
You alright, but not me, adopt peace and lone fight
This cockpit got no pilot, long reach like a known pirate
Follow speeches of fallen titans and spark trees where the fuck I like it
Ooh, I think they mad, Bill, 'cause Bill and Rav ill
Our songs make your girl pop her booty like it's Advil
Rolling on down a hill, what the hell? Who let the demons out?
Broken up out they cells, talking about themselves, they speaking 'bout
All of they fucking ills, on about how they feel, their feelings drown you
Showing you what is real, show you what it really be about
See, me and you got a thing we've got to speak about
So down the blunt, turn this up and blow your speakers out

The Van: Remember, a snake can not eat a dragon

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