Smyth feat. DJ Food Stamp - Sweet Nothings текст песни

Текст песни Sweet Nothings - Smyth feat. DJ Food Stamp



My brain is like a monster playing Sega in a dormant lobby
Anxious when my posture caving in, my body oragami
Soarin prolly, yet mordant of the hyperspace
Ignorin pourous posin, in this mindless age no time to waste
I don't know if I'll absorb the fire 'fore the candle stops
But I'm a tight rhymer who can handle ample sample chops
Manic plots, I conjured going bonkers had to
Plummet and summit to know fasho that I'm not cursed
Stop birds, cause the flow challenge flyness
Forlorn more torn corn, the designin
Stays in the maze, lab rats back stab
They befuddled by my bundle of Masch tracks and fat slaps
Cats stack fast, Dedicated to their Curren$y and ask
Where the Cash At? hurriedly I murder each
Little lyin thievin tyrant seekin diamonds ceasin kindness
Seasoned pilot, see the highness reach to find a deeper mind trip
Ask my coordinates, I give a slight hint
Gracefully manuever through the stars like Hines did
AWARDed most likely to write til my eyes itch
Orange spice tea, find me takin divine sips
Flow scrumptious and rare like Greek Fest honey balls
Stomach sits beneath a cheap vest, and bummy drawers
Dummy raw... At peeling grape fruits
Stealing break loops, revealing fake truths
I hear what they do and head the opposite direction
Slightly woke and broke so my pocket is protected
Tom Brady's career, you can see me manifestin it
In rap trivia, I'm Dmitri Petrovich
Swing on the beat, it make em do a 360
Homies every night be like Smyth please kick, g
But I await escape, I'm choosin Exile
Draped in Blu textiles, cruisin through my stress piles
You dudes can rest while I scour my Heaven
Question: who threw the best styles Flowers for Smellin
In the industry they deify some godly demons
I pray for my team and me, I'm a polytheist



Авторы: Spencer Smyth


Smyth feat. DJ Food Stamp - Spore Attic
Альбом Spore Attic
дата релиза
06-08-2019



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