Текст песни Flying Dutchman - SMITH.b

I ride cold cap like a polar bear
See that little four bar loop? Homie your soul's in there
Stay strapped with them caps when you surf the net
TERFs get wrecked, no JK, I'm rolling necks
Dont make me pull the tool Im tricky with the pliers
Your sense of higher being comes directly from my supplier
Tired of so consistently foiling your plans they
Mired in quaqmires and worms escaping from cans
A treasure chest right on the X is where the blicky was acquired
Shoot akimbo out the window and the whip missing a tire
Im also the driver you a smith.b non-survivor
My inner thoughts are cartoons, bitch im lizzie mcguire
Now that the cannon has been brandished know it can go loose
The duece duece made em stand still like some hair mousse
Revive em like Duke Duece just to blat em again
Back to beginnings, last inning saves, im clearing the fence
The whole crew be moving ghostly like we with the Flying Dutchman
Double dutch on the beat, women toe touching, you know its nothin
Me and all the homies should host a panel discussion
Bout how we the best at bluffing turn living perc on percussion
And of the cookie, need about a backers dozen
Pull the heat out the oven gloved, blow the top off your muffin
Im running laps on laptops, that jock you ain't rushing
If they catch me off track, I'll pull the metal like a train junction
Switch. Ooh. Pass, shoot, swish
Tryna blow out my flame? homie you wish
Bite this, Mother fucker im a flight risk
Thats why I aint gone *up, its for the safety of your kids
Its SMITH.b, the beats be big heat
Sean *Evans with the sauce, you *in the hot seat
Got wings, like red bull, shit can get extreme
Cause if you toing lines you better keep your balance when you see the beam
Three streakes, a-dead-ass defeat
One false move and I'll ruin that backseat
Street sweep, beep beep, broomstick, boomstick
Got a new whip back in the fortress
You see the swords edge but that aint as hot as the forge get
Metal and hammer to anvil in rooms thats torch-lit
Goofiest motherfucker up on the Forbes list
We can pick up and take this anywhere like a forklift
Four clips in my toolbelt if any try to assist
Got the heater on the carabiner strapped up on my hip
Yeah I got the beam on the lighter leash
Light the L please, put El-P's influence on LP's
Run away with the FedEx like a porch theft
Tryna hide my face feds got cameras in the bird nest
Tryna pick apart the style with some forceps
Incessent requests for sex be flooding my SMS
Its a mess that I'm blessed to have, but i have to pass
Yeah I'm taken, someone amazing, they changed my forecast
Used to meet before class, how did 4 years pass
Now we making bread together, she rides when I doordash
Bringing the heat quick to your house that's doordash
You remove your stash from the floor fast, or get more blasts
Might even snatch your spare key under your doormat
My lyrics required reading yea this a core class
The roof of the booth glass, fuck around make bluegrass
Throw on a kick and a snare and I bet that shit snap
Four emoji clap, emotional like Joji in the trap
Known to show up for a pack and dissapear like snapchat
On a roll like hi-hats, someone bring in the icepacks
Laxatives on a track lackadaisically flying to LAX
By the time I get to my Air BNB, it be on wax
Two days later in the palace take the plastic off my plaque
Might hop a CSX, don't know where I'll be next
But bet that somewhere on the globe my foot is up on someones neck
Holding a stacked deck, trying to dodge stress
Unconventional dress, reaffirming that im the best
Hunched over a notebook planning my next steps
Two lefts, but still standing, who's left? the stands abandoned
Man alive, livin like this wasn't how I planned it but I'm
still swinging to put a foul up in orbit of other planets
Understand it, im tied to trees like a hammock
Any circumstance, two cans and a string I'll damage
Grab the ledges of legends and watch me mantle it
Have you after the show you putting bandages on your management
Mantle shift, the earths core cant handle it
Find me on the ends of the world putting my hands on synths
Catch me at bath and body works indulging in some candle scents
She arch the back let the body work, i aint been the same sense
Shit made me transcend, dip on em like camden
Block is hot, dont get caught from the damage the ham did

Man, quit...