Crow Boy

Sun came out today but you might want to open your umbrellas anyway, for shelter
We're entering peak season when crows seem to attack humans
And sent to Alexander reports a new tool
(feindin, feindin, feindin)
That IDs the most aggressive divebombers is proving
Very popular
(It's the Prairie God)

Feindin', feindin', feindin' through the night like a crow boy
Need for speed, it's Turismo, no slow boy
Eight degrees when we kick it in the North Pole
Mortal Kombat with the wrist, Sub-Zero
Step up in this game with my brothers
Step up with my gang, it's a murder scene
Step up in this game with my brothers
Step up with my gang, it's a murder scene

(Ha)
I made it, like Chinese stone I'm jaded
I come up with a style and they try to replicate it
It's so basic
They fail to make my sound and say they hate it
You know they had Corona way that all their takes be tasteless
(Ugh)
Movin' out my mama house and steppin' into the spotlight
They want me to (stop the track), movin' fast like F-5
Money go like Bruce Wayne but toe to toe like Dark Knight
I misdirect Inception style, Tenet with the time right
I spit with that Prestige, paper leaves turn to gold bars
Got it in the bag, like Lil Uzi with the Goyard
(Yeah)
I could chop it up on sight
We the birds in the trap, that be serving through the night, yeah

Feindin', feindin', feindin' through the night like a crow boy
Need for speed, it's Turismo, no slow boy
Eight degrees when we kick it in the North Pole
Mortal Kombat with the wrist, Sub-Zero
Step up in this game with my brothers
Step up with my gang, it's a murder scene
Step up in this game with my brothers
Step up with my gang, it's a murder scene

Shot callin', 23 up on my back
Hit 'em like a 3 and leave 'em spinnin' like a laundromat
(alright)
Kill the game on sight, like a bear on trail cam
Eyes everywhere, Argonaut, got the gold wear
Astronaut, I been elevated, ain't no medicated
Hit the competition with a tranquilizer no sedated
Complicated, everything they do I make it easy
Sleepwalk on a beat, Marc Spector with the seasons
Leave 'em wheezin' like they Buddy Holly, breathless
Flippin' tricks all on the track like ollie, flexin
Prairie vs the industry, I'm flyer than the Jetsons
Think my name was Johnny way they always tryna test him
(Alright)

Feindin', feindin', feindin' through the night like a crow boy
Need for speed, it's Turismo, no slow boy
Eight degrees when we kick it in the North Pole
Mortal Kombat with the wrist, Sub-Zero
Step up in this game with my brothers
Step up with my gang, it's a murder scene
Step up in this game with my brothers
Step up with my gang, it's a murder scene



Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Oconnor
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