Текст песни Balmoral, Pt. 1 - Paulo Leon

Miss me with that propaganda
I hear your slander
Over the hills, over the garden
My hands are tied, read my stanzas
I can't stand ya
Im on that green turned me into bruce banner
My role models is rhode tones I take a breath and fall right out of this ozone
I take a shot, knowing it could brick like an old phone
Paulo you too phoney
Tolerance too grown
Apologies too old
He too late
Trying to squeeze his words out like toothpaste
How could I explain my mental?
Un momento, keeping all of my mind in tempos
Lost in the intro
I know wasn't nothing simple
I was the insult
I only Love myself, if not I only love my kinfolk
I hear you passing our stories the five o'clock news
My conscious heavy to be honest I did cry about you
I drive slow down balmoral, and fall forward
Picasso
A paulo tryna' talk since he was thirteen
Stressed out about shit, shit there could be worse things
Feeling thirty at thirteen, like why did mama birth me
This is too early i'm asleep
Tryna catch curfews
Momma im hurting
And I know lately I've been inside, ive been in hideout
So who the fuck you think made this beat?
I'll let it ride out

Paulo you a genius!