Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Satoshi Nakamoto, artist - Gramatik. Album song Epigram: Deluxe Edition, in the genre ЛаунджDate of issue: 13.12.2016
Record label: Lowtemp
Song language: English
Satoshi Nakamoto |
| Yeah, uh-huh! |
| We on some next shit with this |
| Ayo fuck yo' shoebox money |
| We buying whips with crypto-currency right now |
| Uh, yup! |
| Tyler Durden make 'em holler murder |
| Take 'em to the highest point of the earth |
| No need to follow further |
| This shit is universal |
| No time to do rehearsal |
| I never take a break |
| That shit is too commercial |
| I wasn’t raised different |
| I was made different |
| Flow don’t fuck around like it was raised Christian |
| Anti-social with these kids |
| We don’t play with 'em |
| We just keep a small circle and we stay lifted |
| I need monopoly bread |
| Told her if it ain’t sex then it gotta be head |
| Sure you got some candles |
| I prefer the sloppy instead |
| Did my own thing and they preferred to copy instead |
| The money got 'em in a frenzy |
| Probably wanna envy |
| Glass half full, but the bottle’s left empty |
| Maybe I’m a gentleman but I don’t do it gently |
| Backwoods with the Henny |
| Rap good, never trendy |
| Need kush? |
| Got plenty |
| I be off of the fumes |
| In tune with the rhythm |
| Now I’m leavin' the room |
| Let the mood reawaken like I’m out of the tombs |
| Eat shrooms, keep movin', goin' out with a boom |
| For the gold, I be walking every road on the map |
| Get a vibe low key and the flow is relaxed |
| But once the smoke is in the air and we pouring the Jack |
| We like singers turned actors, we don’t know how to act |
| Switch it up, let your bitch pop a bean and a half |
| Got a queen hittin' hash, sippin' lean in the back |
| Bank robbery, we go in and we leave with the cash |
| We just gettin' what we need, see no reason to ask |
| Drugs unlocked doors in my mind where I’d never go |
| Learnin' to acknowledge while acceptin' what I’ll never know |
| Livin' in the moment while we can 'cause you never know |
| Just take the energy you got baby and let it go! |
| I came to spit a sonnet sonically colder than comets |
| Surf a rocket to the moon and can’t nobody stop it |
| I’m hyperbolic, my words curve extra wavy |
| Yo paint a map of the sky, shit you could call me Halley |
| Before that cult shit, just a cloud of smoke |
| When you realize you don’t know shit the quicker you gon' grow |
| Got that van Gogh flow, go crazy on a starry night |
| Ate a couple boomers on my way here and I’m feelin' right |
| Hop up out the whip and say what up to everyone around |
| Met me at a show then you already know how I get down |
| Overdone, say I’m overdue for all these accolades |
| I don’t really think about it |
| I’m just tryna rap and paint |
| Stack a couple bit coins |
| All up on my Nakamoto |
| Chillin' with your lady friend |
| She rockin' an untied kimono |
| Posted up in Acapulco |
| Shout out to the homie smoko |
| Loco at the show hold up, posin' for that family photo |
| (Prob) Man, epiphanies on symphonies |
| Epic epigrams man these words last for centuries |
| The shit’s timeless, scribe it on your tomb |
| Don’t say the sky’s the limit when there’s footprints on the moon |
| Moon walkin' on the sun, sun beamin' I’ma star, star shootin' into space, |
| space shippin' up to Mars, yeah |
| I’m universal, my purpose to pursue |
| This path and give back that’s hows life’s supposed to circle |
| Yo G roll that purple |
| Run that beat back reversal I don’t need no damn rehearsal |
| This is internal eternal life is like a flick |
| Leavin' space for the horns that’s my shit |
| Until we meet again, paint the world with brighter colors |
| Word to the Prob Mob y’all my sisters and my brothers |
| One time for the lovers spread that energy around |
| And keep it all in motion gettin' lost inside my sound |
| Crypto, crypto, cryptocurrency |
| Stack a couple bitcoins |
| Money, money, money, money |
| Hold up on my Nakamoto |
| Hold up on my Nakamoto |