Текст песни Henna Dye* - tHe KiDDs*

If you post a beat, I might pirate it
A younger lil ollie made 6738 then Poles and he felt like a pioneer
It's silly, perspectives have shifted
Another song adds to the list that I'm piling
So like Medical records, a couple more sheets getting stacked really high here
I was just getting stomped out by High heels

Keeping it regular, Adam was 'posed to be out in Atlanta
But God chose to keep him in Denver, made a few songs, pouring dye in the Fanta
Fell out with a star in December, so now me and Adam gone get us a banner
Right now I feel Rico and Tanner, I light up but don't tell my mom because family matters

My dogs in the Kennel, Coco your name will live on when I rap or become a defender
She wants a Henna, my sister was me but just better, another semester turned settled
What in the Kettle, a burning desire like Mike, it's a winner, but really its tea for my dinner
My head on a swivel, my head off of drugs for my mental, unbearable time spent within in

I live in Fantasy, Quidditch, I like it, life is what I make it, a little
They hate, like they're greeting George Kittle, but only know him by position that's mental
You feed a peasant, I'm giving rods and a roof, nice space like my first name was Kevin
Gifted and talented, they called me special eleven, explaining these bars will be trouble

So we kept our head high we aim those shots low
Working towards the gold since lockdown we never had to change
I never grew old the times I spent creating not learning
I cannot take for granted i would often face the odds

You think that I'm one to panic even if its uncertain
Even if you can't see it trust my sight and and hear the vision
And bitch we go in unprotected I don't need to plan b it
The future is us the future is ours if Christian don't like it then next time

I'll show him the door from conquering planets to winning awards
To pouring my heart out then pouring some more
Raising a toast to those who we lost before
They say to remember the past
But baby if I do I'll die that part of Richie I killed along

With that bitch ass voice they might not like me still
But it will never change how the music made me feels