Sloth Mob - Constellations

Ape Canyon (feat. Stroodle Boy, sensamura & CamParadise)

Boy I got a triple XL women's hoodie on
Can't be messed with
Watch your back, 'cause you moving wrong
Keep my hair up, otherwise I can't look around
Clutching on the reaper got me feeling like I'm Turnabout
Still that gibbon from the burbs
I don't think y'all even heard
Know that boy will keep his word
Some of 'em will never learn
Yeah
And I keep a straight face, all the the fakes I gotta curve
Light the fire on the mountain
Throw the match, watch it burn
Got the canjo
Broke a banjo
With your head
Get the music through it
You already knew it
Got banana clips and tribal warfare
See the flag we flew it
Keep talking I really do not care
All the fire we spew it

Hoop
Welcome to the ape canyon
Chilling with the primates, golden like the tamarind
Hoop
Hoop
Welcome to the ape canyon
Chilling with the primates, golden like the tamarind
Hoop
Hoop

Gol-
Golden like the wind y'all be catching
From Slippy his ass he be blasting
He scratching it
Hoop
Nah never
We will never stoop to your level
Y'all's hearts are black like the kettle
Ain't go solo
But I still got a pot on my head
Face is red
Call me Gretel 'cause I'm always chasing bread
Stepping on the pedal
We set the pace, we sustaining it
If I'm finna climb I gotta get a grip
Got me like
Hoop
Tryna build bridges but these fake boys bouncing on my shit
Ain't willing to listen in like
Hoop
Thought the fake boys would've been better at acting
But we always saw through the cap like

Hoop
Welcome to the ape canyon
Chilling with the primates, golden like the tamarind
Hoop
Hoop
Welcome to the ape canyon
Chilling with the primates, golden like the tamarind
Hoop
Hoop

Got the blood rushing to my head
My guts all filled with lead
About five seconds away from being dead
Yet I can say I never ever fled
See my eyes they filled with red
The murderous intent
Leave you with an indent
Now you look redundant, broken and bent
Yet I still hear the dark voice
Left me with no choice
Lit the studio on fire
Situation's gotten dire
People squealing like their tires
Start a burnout release the fires
Set mayhem to the street
This ain't no meet and greet
Looking like a punching bag you gonna get beat
See I been working out my problems
My mind tryna solve 'em
Like a big puzzle piece
Looking like I'll never find peace

Hoop
Welcome to the ape canyon
Chilling with the primates, golden like the tamarind
Hoop
Hoop
Welcome to the ape canyon
Chilling with the primates, golden like the tamarind
Hoop
Hoop

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Writer(s): Patrick Leclair
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