Twisted

I mix it up, got me twisted
I ain't feeling too kindred
I roll it up and I blow down a tempest
I could float over fences

Why you actin' defensive
We been bench pressing you been warmin' up benches
Could never pass benchmark, you Inchworm, bury me need a big plot
Bet I rise out it, I spilled milk, never cried bout it
Better than Rey? I doubt it, Kyng kyng, with the god body
If should yall doubt me then yall folly
Painting pictures, Dali, her face Amidala
Should I face the strain, it got me out a body
Run a train with it, 'gain again again
Fuck some danger, my angle to get it in
I made the aim wicker
Quiver my belly, think Rey Makaveli, no I ain't been drinkin' the same liquor
Shit you can't tell me, I came from a pebble, got larger by several, the name bigger
Give me a stage or moment, I rise the temperature, promise the flame hit ya

I mix it up, got me twisted
I ain't feeling too kindred
I roll it up and I blow down a tempest
I could float over fences and shit
I rather dip, not holding my interests, show me where the chips is
Hands together lik yes yes, my worst looking like best best
Put my fist to my chest chest, like what's next

I'm the best bet, no effects, I need head, sex, all of that
If the feds pressed, shit, I'ma jet, call me SS That Nigga Next
You can't ride wave, this gone be bigger than Rod Wave
My heart on ice, such an odd phase, when considering I spit fire all day

Ah shit
I mix it up, got me twisted
I ain't feeling too kindred
I roll it up and I blow down a tempest
I could float over fences
Dive in water and give her these inches, demon with it Rey Ruroni Kenshin
Iron Chef when i step in the kitchen, it's so effortless yea yea



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Writer(s): Erik Tuft
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