Vince Carter. (feat. Rootz Massiah)
I touched base right before the rain started
Great jobs in low light feel faint-hearted
I walk through the grey and the gate parted
These mountebank artists trying to fake fun
From a distance you're a different being
I know what I'm seeing
Get fried and ideate it's freeing
You didn't write me when I left
I was waiting for a map of quest while seeking into Saturdays and mattresses
And accidents and infographics fascist and a bad bitch Olympic Games
People call me different names
I seen a smart-ass lose his brain
The other table's gonna fall on autumn
UhH, Yeah
uHh, yeAh
UhHhHH
I've been flipping through the pages, tryna change the chapters
Reaching newer heights like Vince Carter on the Raptors
Nigga you ain't fucking sad, you just been lacking swagger
Everything will rot, scatterbrain gon scatter
Lyfe been kinda crazy going mad as a hatter
Emotions keep it tact, that's the fact of the matter
Pulling out my hairs puzzled with these fucking answers
Disappear like magic going ghost like Casper
Revelation claims that the rapture gon catch us
Slipping into darkness will the light ever catch up
I can't trust a lying ass bitch for one
I also dislike an imitating ass nigga who tryna to be something they're not
Haunted by the tremors that I'm still in distraught
Consumed by all reals of life my brains gonna rot
NPC's all around, we all surrounded by bots
Just yapping out a sequence of a dumb monologue
yEahH
uHhHhHhHhHhHhhHhHhHHh,
yeAH!
Great jobs in low light feel faint-hearted
I walk through the grey and the gate parted
These mountebank artists trying to fake fun
From a distance you're a different being
I know what I'm seeing
Get fried and ideate it's freeing
You didn't write me when I left
I was waiting for a map of quest while seeking into Saturdays and mattresses
And accidents and infographics fascist and a bad bitch Olympic Games
People call me different names
I seen a smart-ass lose his brain
The other table's gonna fall on autumn
UhH, Yeah
uHh, yeAh
UhHhHH
I've been flipping through the pages, tryna change the chapters
Reaching newer heights like Vince Carter on the Raptors
Nigga you ain't fucking sad, you just been lacking swagger
Everything will rot, scatterbrain gon scatter
Lyfe been kinda crazy going mad as a hatter
Emotions keep it tact, that's the fact of the matter
Pulling out my hairs puzzled with these fucking answers
Disappear like magic going ghost like Casper
Revelation claims that the rapture gon catch us
Slipping into darkness will the light ever catch up
I can't trust a lying ass bitch for one
I also dislike an imitating ass nigga who tryna to be something they're not
Haunted by the tremors that I'm still in distraught
Consumed by all reals of life my brains gonna rot
NPC's all around, we all surrounded by bots
Just yapping out a sequence of a dumb monologue
yEahH
uHhHhHhHhHhHhhHhHhHHh,
yeAH!
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Massiah, Waris Amis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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