Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Balance, artist - Justin Sky.
Date of issue: 30.11.2017
Song language: English
Balance |
Eyes closed. |
On a tightrope, let the noose hang low low like a mic cord |
Skin dark but I’m bright though |
Skill, heart, and I fight cold |
Squad numbers like a FICO |
Whole gang about to jump off, tell the pilot fly low |
No games but I high score, boy sane but a psycho |
Asylum with alumni in a high slum in some nice clothes |
Dice roll, 1nine in my sight, oh? |
he alive though, boy a cyclone |
And I ride those |
Keepin up the balance, feeding on my talent |
Feel like… I’m feeding off the silence |
Beating it the loudest |
Echo… heard that… change face like a gecko |
Same face from the get go, cliff-hanger finna let go |
Cause it all falls down, but I rise up with my eyes up |
The yin and the yang, I’m feeling the same |
The criminal things give innocent gains |
Cool in the flame, I got balance |
Verse 2 | |
iLL Camille |
Millie chill but I’m on 10 |
My boy Jus' said to go in |
I only move at godspeed, I never needed a timepiece |
The old me turn a new leaf, I’m A1 over these beats |
I been chose, little rose who arose from the concrete |
I’m the gal that ya pal and ya dad endorse |
Raddatat tat, blast that, cash galore |
Hit the beach like I’m tryna get black some more |
They don’t wanna wage war, homie that’s for sure |
Flow sacred, it’s lit like yom kippur, premium 91, not gas of course |
I mean humbly speakin, I mean the speakers they rumble like hungry stomachs |
We teamin up |
Two men and a little lady, the fortress we formin up, it’s bigger than us |
We passin the buck, we sorta like libras |
We carry the weight, then put it all on our shoulders |
Then we was like «eff it» we gotta bring em the balance |
I voted for pedro, forget the polls and the ballots |
Cocoa butter to the skin, we screamin «we matter» |
Movin the mountains |
And stuck between a rock and hard place, soft-hearted like Drake singing ballads |
But really in the end, I’mma be the perfect blend |
And one day say I’m a dope mom, daughter, and rapper, yea |
Verse 3 | |
Mickey Factz |
Mickey! |
The top is not what I aim for, unless we talkin about halos |
But that would mean that I’m an angel, and that’s a big «but», it’s like J-Lo |
But wait though, my writing’s kinda like Plato |
Inside the fire volcano, I inspire higher than a plane go |
Over San Diego wearin' Blade clothes |
I’m a pusher, see the tee is plain though |
Cocaine flow, I wanna jet son, I need Jane-dough |
Unidentified, OJ mode |
Bloody glove the rap with a blunt attached |
While I’m sunken back, call me Kato |
The balance is a couple pesos and I’m balanced cause I’m gettin paid though |
Fuego |
I lay lower than a dame strokin on the same trojan |
From the main moment |
That she woke up in the sun ray glowin |
So she do the walk of shame knowin' |
People see the same clothes on her |
When she came in, but she straight hoin' |
Chillin now, layin low, you get it now? |
Factz! |