Lyrics Dimension Zyp - Xeal

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Alright bro you made your point
Bitch don't call me, not your boy
I don't know you, I don't know that voice
Strapped in, on that up and up
Under waves, yes I muffled them
One of one, ain't no room for ya
Ain't got guns, don't need arms to run
Down on the blood, get me a bag of some
Ouija the thing that we had for fun
Flip, ripped the back right off the whip (Planchett)
Ripped the back right off the whip (Woo)
Both the roots, stuck in too deep to shoot
Stuck in too deep to choose
Yeah, ran it back
Phantom racks
Landed last, the acid latch
Stucks the mask, I cracked the back
Wraps in hand, the grass is packed
Collapse the plastic bag, it's Zyp, it's Szak

Yeah, ran it back
Can I build a new vignette, more vast
Get in the fields of the valley, the cities, the caves in the coldest cove known in the land of the half past
Ran down past the bad ones last
I was just stuck thinkin' I was in the morgue seein' new dreams, two streams, Z
Please, superb than a b, I'm a nerd but it seems more like you're the disease
The way that you won't get up off of me
Better wish you came with a dropper team
Better wish you spoke to me properly
In a downpour, jumpin' on the jaildoor
Worry how poor are we really
Bury our lord who art we killin'
Auto poor sport, lookin' up from the tunnel
They're all climbin' up on the building
Live in the Xeo tower, 174th floor
Take the monorail around the glass up to the court
Contract, cut the cameras, this ain't no resort