TECHNICIAN. - LETGO. Lyrics

Lyrics LETGO. - TECHNICIAN.



Painting pictures with flows, red rose, gold coals, breadwinner
Cooking my dinner on dime made of soul
When i open a show, it's a dead headliner
Go figure, that bitch
I got the ring leashed up
Speak on solid figures
I'm like fring plus a buck
Lunch is green plus a book
Chakras gleam, chicken cook
Apples is redding like Otis
The way that i flow this granting of a flotus
These honeys is gorgeous
But even the oranges Zaqium grow
Tempting to the boldest
I feed the team bread bundle by the hundies, my rhyme schemes like honey,
Oldest kid still twenty
1k times 2 hundy, SA Dreams, GTA, got em remarking like oh this kid twenty
Walk in the grass, bare skin on the earth, the dew coated blades on my feet
Let go of my past, look up as they pass, blow clouds to give clouds company
Float on presently like present me part of the floaters
Coat
Memories in melamine like Masamine
I'm sharp, with verboseness
Grandioseness
Coated over beats i produce like trichinae trichinos meats
Enjoying the fruits of my labour juiced into margaritas, sheets
Soft like warm silk, warm milk apples & cheese
How i answer bitches asking how do you sleep?
Same hoes who told me destiny not reaching me selling they feet up on reddit for kanye
Sipping on bombay
No guided, i meditate my way
Eggos & OJ, i murder the day then watch the simpsons with shorties i wouldn't admit
In love with the music, the mouldable sonics only bitch that id ever care to commit
I'm one with the force like i'm Luke
They wanna write this off as flukes
Vaporizing opps like they juice
Obstinate parables, all they decree
On my name
Substance devout, but they don't read the shit, and spit aimless venom like they bane
Ain't it funny how they sing?
Hm
Ain't funny they sing?
Is this shit worth all the pain left undealt?
Blood in my pen my lifeline sewn through my lines
Lord
Is this shit worth all the pain left undealt?
Lifetime substance use, knife, my guts fall lose
Is this shit worth all the pain left undealt, uh
Put a backpack in the backseat of the taxi, uh
Never came back now blackened abyss who would miss me, uh
Off of that tab 3, never can sleep, lord
Is this shit worth all the pain left undealt?
Uh
My momma wanna see grandchildren but i'm partially
Afraid to bring a family up metaverse honest possibly
Eliminate our energy, demons present beautifully
They hide in plain light in the movies
Long as they bougie
Planet compromised, microplastics inside our neurology
Silicone vines, root like mould, deep inside
Pharmacology
Profit off sickness they gifting our children
False harmony
Come hope with me



Writer(s): Brenden Ormandy


TECHNICIAN. - Repentance.
Album Repentance.
date of release
11-02-2021




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