Bushes
Eyes hazy as hell, moving like a snail
We can go slow motion, while we walking through a trail
Take a breather, take a minute, take a chill
Walking through a valley, you gone roll over your heels
Covered up, covered up in the bushes
Nothing up, nothing up if they ain't looking
Covered up, covered up in the bushes
Nothing up, nothing up if they ain't looking
Well your certainly devine, tiptoe in my Jordans, tiptoeing through the vines
Tall pines over shoulder, I got hawk view
Money at the top, whats the canopy hue
I only go into the places I'm welcome
I ain't got no for no, I'm seldom-
-ly around business that ain't got my name in it
Heard my flow like a hammock, got swang in it
I been on the run, we then boys they train in it?
Check the jumbotron, I come out that bitch I'm game winning
Fuck a rule booklet, the beat I know I cooked it
I'm more fried than a cookout in a rural district
Yeah my neurals lifting, in the woods I'm missing
Let's take brief sec to enter in a intermission
I can't adjust the time, gotta clutch it's mine
If we the last two on earth would you trust if my
Eyes hazy as hell, moving like a snail
We can go slow motion, while we walking through a trail
Take a breather, take a minute, take a chill
Walking through a valley, you gone roll over your heels
Covered up, covered up in the bushes
Nothing up, nothing up if they ain't looking
Covered up, covered up in the bushes
Nothing up, nothing up if they ain't looking
We can go slow motion, while we walking through a trail
Take a breather, take a minute, take a chill
Walking through a valley, you gone roll over your heels
Covered up, covered up in the bushes
Nothing up, nothing up if they ain't looking
Covered up, covered up in the bushes
Nothing up, nothing up if they ain't looking
Well your certainly devine, tiptoe in my Jordans, tiptoeing through the vines
Tall pines over shoulder, I got hawk view
Money at the top, whats the canopy hue
I only go into the places I'm welcome
I ain't got no for no, I'm seldom-
-ly around business that ain't got my name in it
Heard my flow like a hammock, got swang in it
I been on the run, we then boys they train in it?
Check the jumbotron, I come out that bitch I'm game winning
Fuck a rule booklet, the beat I know I cooked it
I'm more fried than a cookout in a rural district
Yeah my neurals lifting, in the woods I'm missing
Let's take brief sec to enter in a intermission
I can't adjust the time, gotta clutch it's mine
If we the last two on earth would you trust if my
Eyes hazy as hell, moving like a snail
We can go slow motion, while we walking through a trail
Take a breather, take a minute, take a chill
Walking through a valley, you gone roll over your heels
Covered up, covered up in the bushes
Nothing up, nothing up if they ain't looking
Covered up, covered up in the bushes
Nothing up, nothing up if they ain't looking
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Writer(s): Jordon Ahmad Dowdley
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