These Days (feat. Jermaine X)
These days I lay low
In the kitchen wrist whippin that alfredo
Uncle Dre says I'm Clark with the payphone
I mind my own, I got these one hit ko's
I'm gettin busy, getting busy with the payload
Bruh form a beat like it's playdoh
An emcee don't want this mic, like hot potatoes
Playing cats cradle in the corner with these fables
And its fatal, she know I'm hanging halos
It's case closed
Yak is back, feels magnetic
I'm every single aesthetic type beat and I'm precious
Watch me, two left feet, dance around a sentence
Garlic, confit, as I'm roasting up a peasant
You pheasants don't pay reverence
Or feel the world around you
Some claim to have a key but
Walk around in clown shoes
I see all these obsolete values
Must be why he moved out the Mount too
Pulling up grassroots, gadzooks
Circling the dragon, with a smile in his gaptooth
That dude, ha
Feed the famine and it bracken something hot
RIP to Papa, now I'm draped in this moss
I'm the sun god of ra,
And the village feel spillage
How I nourish these crops
I pillage some thoughts
It's just real-ness o'clock
How's your life, what's the cost?
These days I lay low
I wouldn't be opposed to a lay doe
I got the soup for the soul in a ladle
For all of those who are young volcanoes
Don't stick your nose in, you looking ungrateful
Bow your head at this table
An emcee don't want this mic like unstable
Playing cats cradle in the corner with these fables
And it's fatal, she know I'm hanging halos
It's case closed
Welcome to cold opens, haduoken
You're moving in slow motion
I'm chucking up the deuces
You talking to the shogun
I'm studying his movements
I parry and I punish
And I leave them with contusions
Bruises fade with the hunger pangs
Bumping Arm and Hammer to get out the stains
Feeling like a blockhead, Lucy pulls the ball away
Day after day, an impossible game
I'm the silliest, I'm feeling this, I'm feeling this
You ain't quite a partner better settle for affiliate
When it comes to goats I'm the billiest
William shit
Shake me through the spheres, cut me loose in the wilderness
Was rather feeling ill-equipped
Forgot I'm fucking built for this
Schematics with the architects
My alchemy brings mothers back
These words are made for more than that
These words are made for more than that
These days I lay low
These days
These days
In the kitchen wrist whippin that alfredo
Uncle Dre says I'm Clark with the payphone
I mind my own, I got these one hit ko's
I'm gettin busy, getting busy with the payload
Bruh form a beat like it's playdoh
An emcee don't want this mic, like hot potatoes
Playing cats cradle in the corner with these fables
And its fatal, she know I'm hanging halos
It's case closed
Yak is back, feels magnetic
I'm every single aesthetic type beat and I'm precious
Watch me, two left feet, dance around a sentence
Garlic, confit, as I'm roasting up a peasant
You pheasants don't pay reverence
Or feel the world around you
Some claim to have a key but
Walk around in clown shoes
I see all these obsolete values
Must be why he moved out the Mount too
Pulling up grassroots, gadzooks
Circling the dragon, with a smile in his gaptooth
That dude, ha
Feed the famine and it bracken something hot
RIP to Papa, now I'm draped in this moss
I'm the sun god of ra,
And the village feel spillage
How I nourish these crops
I pillage some thoughts
It's just real-ness o'clock
How's your life, what's the cost?
These days I lay low
I wouldn't be opposed to a lay doe
I got the soup for the soul in a ladle
For all of those who are young volcanoes
Don't stick your nose in, you looking ungrateful
Bow your head at this table
An emcee don't want this mic like unstable
Playing cats cradle in the corner with these fables
And it's fatal, she know I'm hanging halos
It's case closed
Welcome to cold opens, haduoken
You're moving in slow motion
I'm chucking up the deuces
You talking to the shogun
I'm studying his movements
I parry and I punish
And I leave them with contusions
Bruises fade with the hunger pangs
Bumping Arm and Hammer to get out the stains
Feeling like a blockhead, Lucy pulls the ball away
Day after day, an impossible game
I'm the silliest, I'm feeling this, I'm feeling this
You ain't quite a partner better settle for affiliate
When it comes to goats I'm the billiest
William shit
Shake me through the spheres, cut me loose in the wilderness
Was rather feeling ill-equipped
Forgot I'm fucking built for this
Schematics with the architects
My alchemy brings mothers back
These words are made for more than that
These words are made for more than that
These days I lay low
These days
These days
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Dahl
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