DISCO

Make it DISCO
Activate my forcefield
I foresee
Different sources
For my sorcery
King of dorks
Jamieson
Of course it's me
When I make green
They green with jealousy

No apologies naw
God Embellished me yeah
Half and half mix
Spice in the recipe
I got value
I stay evergreen
Like a tree but
You can't sever me

From my roots
That's the truth
Same birthday
I don't need proof
Naw
That's a D12 reference for you
Look it up
I guess Google it dude

Me back then
No social media
Loner lifestyle
Mad encyclopedias
I wonder now
What I'm learning now
Fake news media
Bullshit they feeding ya

It's all click bait
With a pig face
I'm tired of running
In the human race
I wish I was gone
Without a trace
But I killed too many beats
Dug too many graves

Like Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye
Like yaaay, yaaaaaay
Like Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye
Like yaaay, yaaaaaay

Hear how happy I am
The beauty in the struggle
And that booty like damn
Its that low end theory
And I'm on a Quest
Trip loving the sounds
Feeling real hip
Clean these ears
Out with a Q-tip
Specially when
I hear that new shit
Stuck in my ways
I guess I'm old man
My Area gray
Like an old man
Yeah those are facts
Would you believe it
I got cataracts
What am I seeing
I guess I'm tired
Of all I see
I guess this stress
Hides inside of me

Like a sphere
Like a globe
A heavy feeling
Don't really know
Balled up in side
A bomb ready to blow
Put some mirrors on
That bitch and make it a DISCO
When we're gone
I don't really know
All that's left
An empty globe
When we're dead
Natures overgrown
put some mirrors on
That bitch and make it DISCO
Without stars
No more glow
A sphere of influence
In the unknown
No organisms
Killing to bone
Put some mirrors on
That bitch and make it DISCO



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Jamieson
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