Текст песни Scriptures - Lucyen

Lucy
Yeah

Demons slacking over me
Never dancing with no killas
Demons slacking over me
Never dancing with no killas
Demons slacking over me
Never dancing with no killas
Crack it (Yes the) crack it crack it (Yes the)
Do shit no killa
I'm talking

Treat my clothes like samples they not good if you don't dig
Show up two hours later with some pants three sizes big
French Waltz on my skin yeah I'm focused on the smell
You're still stuck in 2016 running up on old Chanel

Eyes been diluted
Off the green I'm computing
Like a stranger intruding
On a house that's been looted

Sample rewinding
I been gambling grinding
False start up on this race and now they're tryna be inditing

Yeah yeah yeah
Lucyen

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Hear in this your headphones
This the audio scripture
Puff on something mellow
And take a mental picture

Step into my palace
Only for minds that are balanced
So it's just me and my crew
And by crew I mean just you

I'm tripping off malice
It's drug with some talent
And it a fucks with my pallet
Like are you up to the challenge

Drinking gallons of damages
Wrapped up in tiny packages
Then labeled for the cameras
To be eaten by the savages

I'm new to this
Rebooting the music
Not talking bluetooth computer
Cause I'm a proven transmuter
When the options been neutered

Regretting my choices
When I'm playing with poison
And sampling noises
Ch-ch-chopping up voices

This straight from the soul
I don't see myself in Rolls
I guess that's a lack of goals
When I sidestep with the hoes
I'd rather sidestep with the bros
They accept me as I go
With the flows and the shows and ego