Текст песни Street Lights (feat. Mr.Supernova) - Julian Carpio

To tip it off, I had to take the cat around the back of hood

Confusion on the thesis

I just rolled another wood

Writin' rhymes on a lotus flower

Came out the mud

Transfer rhymes to computers

Man this shit ain't no fun

It's a rhythm, a word, a lesson that's heard

It's a detrimental process, this shit is concerned

I don't do written word

I just speak from the heart

'Cause they never let you shine 'til you speak from the dark

Call me the King of Cups

But you know I get the pentacle

Meet you in my cypher

I've been feelin' kinda spiritual

Movin' kinda wavy like we did it again

Confused where my art was at

Bring me a pen

I'm spittin' rhymes like my life was out

Steezin' the Benz

I'm kinda lyin' though shit

It came to end

Don't try to flex like you got it

On the way to the end

Five, four, three, two, one

Say it again

I'm old timey

Keep the himey

Never slimy

New method

The madness never goes away

Susceptible to scrutiny

And stupid leads the mob today

So I'm steppin' with the meanest face

Leanin' off that purple

But it works without a single trace

I've flipped a pack

I've also fumbled a bag

But this writin' is my dream

I'm just takin' my stab

Spit a cypher with my team in a professional lab

I leave the stu' and eat crustaceans

Talkin' lobster and crab

I'm tryna smoke baby

Can you cop me a wrap?

I'm just tryna make some hits and make my family proud

I want some fuck you money

Pay my family back

I'm tryna buy my Mom a Bentley

Extra bands in the back

I'm tryna die suffocatin' on a tomahawk steak

Lookin' at the water at my house on a lake

And I know my last breath it was never in pain

Face black

(Face black)

It was never the same

To tip it off, I had to take the cat around the back of hood

Confusion on the thesis

I just rolled another wood

Writin' rhymes on a lotus flower

Came out the mud

Transfer rhymes to computers

Man this shit ain't no fun

It's a rhythm, a word, a lesson that's heard

It's a detrimental process, this shit is concerned

I don't do written word

I just speak from the heart

'Cause they never let you shine 'til you speak from the dark

Face paintin' masks

Over broken hoods

I never settle

'Cause I'm loaded up with goods

Filled with sticks and shapes

All place and tapes

I'm fixed to breakin' a Jake

That's how I'm feelin' today

Roll a spliff on down before the clock hits 3

Roll the window down

The cops know it's me

I'm blowin' Indo hounds of that sweet ass tree

God hear me now

Let's blow this beat

This right here is my greatest masterpiece

No tight analogies I'm tired of catastrophes

I'm still young

Steady livin' through history

What happens when I die?

Is still this world's greatest mystery

Fuck rappin'

I'm 'bout to run for politician

Take over the government and run it more efficient

But they'll probably kick my door down like it's rocks in my kitchen

So I'll probably smoke this weed and proceed compliment fishin'

To tip it off, I had to take the cat around the back of hood

Confusion on the thesis

I just rolled another wood

Writin' rhymes on a lotus flower

Came out the mud

Transfer rhymes to computers

Man this shit ain't no fun

It's a rhythm, a word, a lesson that's heard

It's a detrimental process, this shit is concerned

I don't do written word

I just speak from the heart

'Cause they never let you shine 'til you speak from the dark