Champloo
Title | Champloo |
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Artist | Solace |
Album | Night Times Volume Three |
Release Date | 2021-11-12 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1: Andre Loot] Tilting to the walls, thinking bout intricate swords To assassinate your reflex to animate my projects Make em come alive to man Kill em like I'm son of sam, no 44 ever gon get me Bro I don't live by the swords so the sword won't ever hit me I'm busy killing mental parasites like ripley Stitch the head up, always scratchy and itchy In a cat n mouse chase with myself I think that I'm smarter than i am yet I don't seek any help Had some helping hands, and now I'm the right plan But on the wrong planet Nocturnal weeks that I mismanage You can hear all these nice words But a gut hook won't heal with a bandage But making art at night times keep me on the line of madness [Verse 2: 10KNYX] Look, look During his dirty days, alternatives look insane People slanging that caine Or even twerking for change Moving forward in life Allowed to work on your aim It wouldn't hurt to get paid But work be irking your brain Get verses out for the pain This nightly sage, we age But, shit, niggas ain't rushing Just came out from the dungeon They tried cutting my funding Putting dents for the buffing But all I hear is the bluffing Choppa be du-du-du-dumping Don't mind the impediment, I'm rhyming for my heaven-sent cousins They lying, it's evident, I'm guided for forever, we up it Better humbly clutch it, or you turning to puppet They raging and cussing, seeing us rupture the function, on godYou might also like |