Lyrics Black Flag / Whirl - Xeal

Hey take this shit man
(Yeah) 40a (Woah)
40a on the loops (Yeah) 'I am Darth Jones', too
Studio cookin' that crude
Fuck out your mouth that ain't food
I'm just livin' how I like (Woah)
Please get the fuck out my room
(Came through two days ago sayin' some shit like that)
Like (Look at this dude) my life been up in the pipe
He just came through like the flu

Bite the Lys and the Psilocybe like it rice,
I'm tryin' to take it higher for the night,
Set it up a little after 9, checked the time,
How am I gonna fill a few up, what's my damn design
Take it as it go, you can take me as I am 'cause I'm gone
Never think that the way you are is wrong, yet
What you do could use a little work, ma'am or sir
We all could just cut back the shit and raise up past the bar, see for me
It's a balance, dead or live, dark and light, void and time, peace and quiet
Dim and shinin', fire and ice, vivid grime, wrath and blindness, freedom bindin'
This is not a lie (A test)
Yes it is a crime (Arrest)
Look at the size of my eyes
Exhausted and my head is fried (Black flag, black flag)
Jack flag of all trades, I'm city rippin' it
I ain't really tryna die like just no civilian
Galleon blastin' man we decommission ships
Poppin' off at cat like Gummo, crump and stiffenin'
Twitchin' wit' the muscles, hit her 'til she bussin'
Samplin' different kind of flavor, stuffin'
Cuddlin', makin' love or rougher fuckin'
I would skip on them while lotta models
Or who got the dollar, girl
I don't need copulation, just a confirmation,
Form a formal date, a time and place to let me show the way (whole lotta models)
(I don't like that)
Pop on the hotspot
I don't know what you mean
See I'm that one person team
Called up McDonald's just to tell him shut the fuck up
Hey Ronald, come try your luck
You gon' die with a side of fries
Damn he really think we give a fuck what he think
Push me down and 'round the bend, you out the race
Bitch

Racks (Yeah) racks (Yeah. static) racks
I just, blacked out, maxed out (40a) (Shout out to 40a)
Piles of the rhymes droppin' to the side as I type
Aftermath is pickin' up the scraps, addin' what I like
Tighten up the vocal like my tie
On the way to kill this interview type of guy
Swayin' back and forth
Keep 'em comin' back around for more
You ain't got nothin' left when you rollin' on the right
Roses risin' from the stones, and the pipes
You belong in a museum
Velvet ropes to hold your beauty there
New to feelin' whole, I find her fair
Drownin' down, I can't come up for air
Ain't on no playin' games keep it straight
Trained guns aimed at ones who can't keep faith
Game autosavin', so back up if you fuck up the cadence
I don't want no fame, we pray to paper
Cavin' 'bout every day, wait
Baby I just wanna look at you, sleep 'till fuckin' afternoon
I don't give a fuck I'm doin'
Throw up the racks if you want the money, money, run it, run it
I don't give a fuck I'm doin', long as I get all my loot in
Basilisk fang in the right hand
Clasp and it pass through the book or the man
Fasten my chains now they tightened
That's all was wrote in the light, dancin'
Can land really vanished
Already done all the damage
They had to make an advantage
I don't want bad things to happen
But they always do
That's fine, life's cruel sometimes but
It's all just you need to get a nap in
Don't reflect too hard on your past
Look to the skies and relax
Everything's changing too fast
Gabbin' off, grab on that ass
Lev, Levitate up off the grass
Elevate way past the clouds
Reality shatter like glass
Bassier build up to blast
Vocalize vibration, soundscape can come up too close or go vast

Whirl, whirl, black flag
Nothin's real, I'm gonna reel in the newer self
Garment got released from stiffness off the shelf
Black flag, black flag, whirl