Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Potassium, artist - Bishop Nehru. Date of issue: 02.02.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Potassium |
| The man who turns masses into addicts like opium |
| The fishbone braid-bearer taking all hope from him |
| Trying to rise higher than deep fryers and sodium |
| I’m tired like weak thighs standing at this podium |
| I’m winning on the road, took dice and I loaded 'em |
| Now the self-loathing loner is overthrowin' 'em |
| About to run 'em over like I poured soda to the brim |
| Got a high motor, I know I’m the cremè de la cremè |
| now women wantin' the Jägers |
| When I be writing these rhymes. |
| they be feeling it all within |
| Like it’s pain in an organ |
| I’m growing like pain in an orphan |
| Like the rangers got power when I’m morphing |
| I leave 'em all mourning, from night to the morning |
| I be up like an awning while they’re throwing shade, I be yawning |
| So keep talking, you’re never gonna stop me |
| Like I got pantsed, Bishop too damn cocky |
| Of course they try to block me but it be like they’re 5'3″ |
| They physically incapable to tame a kid in my league |
| They tryna sleep, I’m making noise |
| It’s the beast of the east and the voice of the voiceless |
| Learn to keep poise around all of the poison |
| And now I’m making an imprint like embroidering |
| They wanna build and really be destroying |
| I can’t feel 'em so I been avoiding |
| My plan’s sealed in, they ain’t ever spoiling |
| I been cooking up hot like the pot boiling |
| My mind heavy, your mind is confetti light |
| You very tight, and Bishy’s spotting like it’s cellulite |
| Cellulite on these CDs, EPs, and the mic |
| Tell 'em hype like a senator, quarterback from the spike |
| I’m hella nice and it comes from me thinking like lonely nights |
| My only fight is with the mind and the silence is overhyped |
| Only like what my heart do, it’s your temple |
| Then my art too, that’s why I move as sharp as a harpoon |
| Like a dark moon, Bishy tunin', gettin' stiller |
| Been killer, my pill is realer |
| It’s my shot, I’m feeling Reggie Miller |
| It’s knock down for three, that’s the game sealer |
| Got the touch, you out of luck |
| I’m seeing through your new concealer |
| Feel I’m the iller but uneasy as I leave the villa |
| Usually my confidence is obvious and I’m the killer |
| A whole iller package, passive but backin' it |
| They say that he average, I’m laughing, I’m not jacking it |
| Doing magic, you moving savage, can’t interact with Bish |
| Guess you catch the drift |
| These cats wack and live and miss |