32Revelations
Sleeping and dreaming of what I'm about to do next
Ice on my teeth, on my wrist, on my neck
I'm kidding, I have none of that shit to flex
I'm moving in speeds that just cut up the checks
We leaning, we swerving, we out like a light
Come to your hood and we put up a fight
We doing the dash then you lose our sight
Fuck up the morning and sleep through the night
The drip is eternal now long live the outcast
We making the moves and we count up the racks, we increasing the commas, we 'bout that
The tugu was talking to me in a bitch voice, all I can say it is a loud ass
I'm here for the ones and the o's I might hit me a lick and just fuck up the south man Fuck up the south then we out
All of this shit weighs a ton on my concious
I'm anxious I'm stressing I'm tryna forget
Calling a phone and I hit up my moms just to tell her these bands are running from me
She saying apeman it's best keep your head up I'm trying I'm fighting against the defeat
But if I'm riding around and I'm wasting the gas then I shook when the tank is on e
I feel like I'm in a void
(I feel like I'm in a void)
Jealousy all in your voice
(Jealousy all in your voice)
Distinguish your demons from angels so you have a choice
High and troubled I'm misogynistic
Might Burst your bubble with a force inflicted
By the touch of ape, is that touch of God?
Choosing good or bad man I feel conflicted
Ice on my teeth, on my wrist, on my neck
I'm kidding, I have none of that shit to flex
I'm moving in speeds that just cut up the checks
We leaning, we swerving, we out like a light
Come to your hood and we put up a fight
We doing the dash then you lose our sight
Fuck up the morning and sleep through the night
The drip is eternal now long live the outcast
We making the moves and we count up the racks, we increasing the commas, we 'bout that
The tugu was talking to me in a bitch voice, all I can say it is a loud ass
I'm here for the ones and the o's I might hit me a lick and just fuck up the south man Fuck up the south then we out
All of this shit weighs a ton on my concious
I'm anxious I'm stressing I'm tryna forget
Calling a phone and I hit up my moms just to tell her these bands are running from me
She saying apeman it's best keep your head up I'm trying I'm fighting against the defeat
But if I'm riding around and I'm wasting the gas then I shook when the tank is on e
I feel like I'm in a void
(I feel like I'm in a void)
Jealousy all in your voice
(Jealousy all in your voice)
Distinguish your demons from angels so you have a choice
High and troubled I'm misogynistic
Might Burst your bubble with a force inflicted
By the touch of ape, is that touch of God?
Choosing good or bad man I feel conflicted
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Writer(s): Shine Tumagole
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