Indian Pale Ale

To the ale we praise

Kings nah mean stand tall like Yoa Ming
Midst of the battle pristine though unclean
Bean me up Scottie whiskey supreme
About forty percent to taste the octane
I'm off again parallel to the stain
Caramel unmarried hell a guess mate
For now I dictate isolate hell a great
Imagine pass the margin levitate
Young buck won't slow up cuz your flow suck
Dirty Harry split your vision slow up
Stay in the cut unseen mostly ghost but
Frugal with the features less you show bucks
Cold Bane break backs on recycle
For pain morphine or more vital
Sustain let it rain learn from its trial
Be a better mane yo my street disciples
Marginalize lives with knife bullet finalize
Sloppy if I leave you crippled or paralyzed
Broadcasting live satellite on fire
Frequent your Spotify daily inspired
Through the grape vine graphic how I get mine
On and forward never ever rewind
Through the grape vine graphic how I get mine
On and forward never ever rewind

To the ale we praise



Credits
Writer(s): Damion Lyn
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