Try This At Home
Title | Try This At Home |
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Artist | Tiger Tchakounté |
Album | Try This At Home |
Release Date | 2020-07-31 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Y'all gotta stay home Y'all gotta stay home Yo [Verse] Fuck my Timb's I wear sneakers, I speak courage Fuck your Tim's, If I sneeze, don't bless me, nay Y'all are Sims, I can't speak your tongue today Sow my synths, as I reap to discourage Dream of posing as the gods of Romans The truth imposes with the lacking tokens And the merc' has done, everything but rose And the cloud dissolves every time we spoken Blanks, or dots or seen's, I can hear your heartbeat Calm me down a minute, eject me from the car seat I can't let this heart speak, I can let this art speak Keke on the @ sign, hope you have a hard read I don't need no blanket, all I need is money for that banking They told me, it's a god I ain't thanking They told me is a war in the East, and they tanking I tell you is a war in my head, I'm a soldier with no ranking Land of the frozen sun, the cold it kills No need for no smoking gun The pigs, my pigments, made us opposing sons I stand, I stand, I stand 'til my flows are done Regardless of regards and remark boy I mark And I zucc any birds tryna shit on my part This bitch tryna milkshake my brain through the yard Time to do the dash, and I'll see you in a couple thousand yards School of life Fez, yeah my mama be a lawyer Still I yell fuck the feds, with those samples as a choir All my day 1's respect what I do on the mic, cause they witnessed the curve All the stats I've acquired Went on a stroll for a minute Came back later than the niggas that didn't Your boy stopping rap? Man you must be kidding I'ma stack records 'til I make it to the GuinnessYou might also like |