paroles de chanson The Return of YKK - YKK

Spaced out motherfucker I'm on Mercury
Gaze down while I'm climbing up vertically
Face down you in the presence of a fuckin king
Tryna make sounds dropping out of university
I'm destroying all these universes
Tournament of power
Make my way to the top
Hear the bass rumble bats tower
Like team rocket I'm blasting off again
Iced out ring like Saturn I can't stop I'm in

It's the
Return of the YKK
Bounce back like sean
Fuck what they say
It's the high school grad
Making my case
Still evolving my sound
Stunting on these primates
It's the
Return of the YKK
Bounce back like sean
Fuck what they say
It's the high school grad
Making my case
Still evolving my sound
Stunting on these primates uh

Writing down ideas late at night got me nocturnal
Bitch I'm hot shit like Slugma touch me and you gon burn up
I got everybody screaming like an old spice commercial
Ima open up the curtain no Winston Churchill
Blasting
So many shrimp I feel sick from the iodine
Kids try to silence me tell them it's quiet time
Bitches be trying my
Patience but that's alright
Travel through space and time
I'm on the enterprise
Like team rocket I'm blasting off again
Iced out ring like Saturn I can't stop I'm in

It's the
Return of the YKK
Bounce back like sean
Fuck what they say
It's the high school grad
Making my case
Still evolving my sound
Stunting on these primates
It's the
Return of the YKK
Bounce back like sean
Fuck what they say
It's the high school grad
Making my case
Still evolving my sound
Stunting on these primates

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Took the time to myself just to focus on my craft
Listening to old music thinking (man this shits bad)
In a year schools out and I ain't ever going back
But I mean it this time graduation in the bag
Now it's been a hot minute since summer nights
Sharp like a razor blade they spitting like a butter knife
Know I gotta make it somewhere chilling in the limelight
Still producing all my shit but now I gotta make my rhymes tight
Made the first EP when I was only 15
Sleepless nights on FL only boosted the dream
Made YK2 when I was only 16
Hope the follow up gon boost me blaring his theme
Got no plans after high school yet
But ima pull up to reunion in a white corvette
Ain't no telling anybody what I do next
Soon my music gon be bigger than Rihanna's forehead
Game bent always talking insane the lies said
Straight edge never making my brain a fried egg
Stage set always ducking them lames and fake friends
Lay sweat overworking but hey
It pays well
Or pays better than noodles and helps me get over the land
Struggling to get hours the kitchen hella over staffed
But Ima find my way
Being a one man band
Fuck being on a label I'm keeping the whole bag
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