Bro this beat made me feel immortal… this is perfection for the hungry artist. The epitome of “back tf up off me” energy. I will make this the next many men. Mark my words.
el tiempo se diluye, este huye, esas voces, le dicen tu sigue persigue su anhelo, secretos del cielo sus tonos azules perfumes de amapola, alondras que vuelan, el viento les besa sus alas lozanas le guarda rencor a esos dioses, sufre su destierro, oscuridad y penumbra le alumbra un farol tono herrumbre, obsequio de un viejo de rostro apagado ha pagado pecados, ahora parte cansado, le espera queronte esa barca de cedro tallado, esconde aquello que callan los hombres en esos ojos amargos
Con una blanca, inahalo polvo, una blanca, que bien cocina, soy despertar maestro, como piedras en la esquina esquivar de los recuerdos, se siente seca la cima No busco más problemas si los cien son vitamina, con una sonrisa, carnal, miro lento el tiempo, tiempo que me hará ganar para corre en el viento y sentir La Paz, eyo eyo Siento mil cadenas en el cuello, cargo muertos, como sellos, mi presos por encierro, Y siempre tendooo, pero con más fuerza que boos no me importa lo que dicen si conmigo siempre va dios I be can, by cause no veo a mis chicos donde están? Yo busco más el peligro cuando las presiones se dan, depresiones de verdad desas de ya no bajar estoy con la nueve en la cien y ahora no dudo en accionar Mucho sistem a Nasty para ir por dere si en la streed está fácil, No entiende capichi usted namas ta pidiendo chichi yo tengo todo hasta pa hacerme richi y Que les molesta, si una luna como esta me cambio, Yo mire el recuerdo y elimine todo tipo eh error, ahora no sirve su perdón y querer ser más mejor Son sus villanos favoritos, acérquese pal filme, estos no son doritos, yo me la juego antes de irme,
Hes got it in him He just Dont know how deep to dig Find it for yourself the truth Aint on the leaflet kid Is what they want you To know Not what it really is He want what he Deserves Hes sincerely sick
Mystic girl there over here and she wears lipstick Body on fire and hot like Mariah 🔥 signature hips that'll make you flip if sip from her fountain, gigantic in the shallow gets deep in any sea peep the scene and this mean flow down to Heathrow on the east coast. Hippie hippity hip to this hip and bob like you got on lock , catch in the spot bumping to the lox with a bagel lox , and I give props just like my pops , catch a figure of these jewels in space of any hue blue clued who's the next fool to catch this scoop hit 🎯 me with a juke and say ooops , sounds like a dam jew maybe ops in the dope to redeem any type of hope Slick ass hoes if you ask me I'm catching this taxi 🚕 to last the last place ,cause in the end I'll know from the last piece
HEADS OR TAILS Do not be afraid to think like me. An ugly sweater is clearly not a statement of taste, but there is a reason why it staves off trash bins and yard sales. You don't have to pretend in it. Nothing to adjust with a stretch or pull. Its four buttons have negotiated a peace treaty with your midnight snacking. And with a color scheme that resembles a vomited up Picasso, complementary items are a moot point. What cufflinks go with kaleidoscope pipe bomb? Every time you sneak your head through with one arm worming through the right sleeve, your game piece is ordered back five paces. That is far enough to question the adrenaline rush over a manufactured fret. Recite the admonitions of current and past titans. Speak it to the audience of origami swans I crafted from your statistical sheets. One of us must budge in this war of inches. Society is much too heavy. I just want you. Tug the rope as hard as you want, I'm not coming over your side. My knees are bent with feet planted like begonias. The closer you get to the line, the more my words make sense. Will you callose your hands over pride? There is no secret compound with matching uniforms. All I offer is an outstretched hand and a neural path way less traveled.
Bro this beat made me feel immortal… this is perfection for the hungry artist. The epitome of “back tf up off me” energy. I will make this the next many men. Mark my words.
Appreciate that homie! 💯
this shi is dope as. gonna try writing now
that electric guitar is nastyyyyyy... great work brotha
lets go
Cold fam
🙌
el tiempo se diluye, este huye, esas voces, le dicen tu sigue
persigue su anhelo, secretos del cielo sus tonos azules
perfumes de amapola, alondras que vuelan, el viento les besa sus alas lozanas
le guarda rencor a esos dioses, sufre su destierro, oscuridad y penumbra
le alumbra un farol tono herrumbre, obsequio de un viejo de rostro apagado
ha pagado pecados, ahora parte cansado, le espera queronte
esa barca de cedro tallado, esconde aquello que callan los hombres en esos ojos amargos
Damn buena barra final
Con una blanca, inahalo polvo, una blanca, que bien cocina, soy despertar maestro, como piedras en la esquina esquivar de los recuerdos, se siente seca la cima
No busco más problemas si los cien son vitamina, con una sonrisa, carnal, miro lento el tiempo, tiempo que me hará ganar para corre en el viento y sentir La Paz,
eyo eyo
Siento mil cadenas en el cuello, cargo muertos, como sellos, mi presos por encierro,
Y siempre tendooo, pero con más fuerza que boos no me importa lo que dicen si conmigo siempre va dios
I be can, by cause no veo a mis chicos donde están? Yo busco más el peligro cuando las presiones se dan, depresiones de verdad desas de ya no bajar estoy con la nueve en la cien y ahora no dudo en accionar
Mucho sistem a Nasty para ir por dere si en la streed está fácil,
No entiende capichi usted namas ta pidiendo chichi yo tengo todo hasta pa hacerme richi y
Que les molesta, si una luna como esta me cambio,
Yo mire el recuerdo y elimine todo tipo eh error, ahora no sirve su perdón y querer ser más mejor
Son sus villanos favoritos, acérquese pal filme, estos no son doritos, yo me la juego antes de irme,
👻🤍
You're extremely talented homie! 👻🤍
Hes got it in him
He just
Dont know how deep to dig
Find it for yourself
the truth
Aint on the leaflet kid
Is what they want you
To know
Not what it really is
He want what he
Deserves
Hes sincerely sick
Mystic girl there over here and she wears lipstick
Body on fire and hot like Mariah 🔥 signature hips that'll make you flip if sip from her fountain, gigantic in the shallow gets deep in any sea peep the scene and this mean flow down to Heathrow on the east coast. Hippie hippity hip to this hip and bob like you got on lock , catch in the spot bumping to the lox with a bagel lox , and I give props just like my pops , catch a figure of these jewels in space of any hue blue clued who's the next fool to catch this scoop hit 🎯 me with a juke and say ooops , sounds like a dam jew maybe ops in the dope to redeem any type of hope
Slick ass hoes if you ask me
I'm catching this taxi 🚕 to last the last place ,cause in the end I'll know from the last piece
HEADS OR TAILS
Do not be afraid to think like me. An ugly sweater is clearly not a statement of taste, but there is a reason why it staves off trash bins and yard sales. You don't have to pretend in it. Nothing to adjust with a stretch or pull. Its four buttons have negotiated a peace treaty with your midnight snacking. And with a color scheme that resembles a vomited up Picasso, complementary items are a moot point. What cufflinks go with kaleidoscope pipe bomb? Every time you sneak your head through with one arm worming through the right sleeve, your game piece is ordered back five paces. That is far enough to question the adrenaline rush over a manufactured fret. Recite the admonitions of current and past titans. Speak it to the audience of origami swans I crafted from your statistical sheets. One of us must budge in this war of inches. Society is much too heavy. I just want you. Tug the rope as hard as you want, I'm not coming over your side. My knees are bent with feet planted like begonias. The closer you get to the line, the more my words make sense. Will you callose your hands over pride? There is no secret compound with matching uniforms. All I offer is an outstretched hand and a neural path way less traveled.