ultraviolet

Oh he oh he oh he don't care
We got method,
We get em all surprised
My team, oh we only the rare
We got the air to end the falling right
Mind on swole, you know you can feel
We gonna build, we gonna build on
Eyes close but you owe me a stare

Sink down, some or more
Another one made another line for the door
Know me, know god, know war
Pay your way in pain like life calls for
Make em see the same light you lost
James earl would've been lion in the force
Go feed what you trying to the morgue
Not at all anxious like you thought

What you want, what you want?
Flick em off, ain't the same like you are
Ain't you mad, aren't you mad?
Bigger dog, hide another bone, feel fed
Y'all feel had,
Raise your bar
Pick a lane, find another woe to add
Beat goes for us, ain't so bad
Ain't so bad

Oh he oh he oh he don't care
We got method,
We get em all surprised
My team, oh we only the rare
We got the air to end the falling right
Mind on swole, you know you can feel
We gonna build, we gonna build on
Eyes close but you owe me a stare

Dope so bane, back man go broke
Bad notes, flat taste,
Pass on both
Next world, end game,
Fresh new hope
Make no mistake, bad past,
Good bloke
Wish that laugh his last then choke
Last nights guest,
Deaths hands stretched on most
Watch him feast, he eats though bulk
Damn that wretch, he said then croaked
Witches cold hands stirring skies in the coast
Devils in the night outlast old jokes
Great ghosts boast and gloat when hosts
While they sleep, fang gang need throat

Don't you hear them siren in the boats?
Drowning in the sound,
That's a no go
Pressure seep down in the soul
Caught deep fried,
Chefs kiss

What you want, what you want?
Flick em off, ain't the same like you are
Ain't you mad, aren't you mad?
Bigger dog, hide another bone, feel fed
Y'all feel had,
Raise your bar
Pick a lane, find another woe to add
Beat goes for us, ain't so bad
Ain't so bad



Credits
Writer(s): Chimaroke Abuachi
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