Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Satellite, artist - Lee Bannon. Album song Joey Bada$$ / Pro Era Instrumentals, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 11.11.2013
Record label: Babygrande, chillectro
Song language: English
Satellite |
And I guess it’s my turn to shine |
The bright light I was starin' at turn lime |
And the green stuff turned to slime, and grime |
Everybody want to be your blood cousin |
When you’re buzzing |
Fine, I give 'em my other line, another line |
Word to mother, I’m goosed up |
My two fucks |
Two cups, another dubiant entrée |
She fell in that Bombay, now she tumble dry lingerie |
Chardonnay nothing but the bottle of emotion |
But the love potion when it sprays |
And they just caught up in the days |
Let me show you how I feel these Jays |
The cheese stays high like Dr. J |
My flow is like land the boats, dock the planes |
He ain’t do dope but cop the chains |
For more feens (morphines), some antidote to stop the pain |
Now my stream floods these streets |
They can’t stop the rain |
All right I need them back |
To blast, to blast me out of sight |
Like a satellite |
Vibe all night |
A satellite |
I take a day off |
Let the trees take some weight off |
My mental’s just a fact, Bannon’s got the instrumental |
I keep niggas on their toes |
So you got creases in your Forces |
My verses they’re important, yo your verses they are boring |
I am not of this Earth bro |
I’m a satellite that’s bound to fight |
But we’re down to light, 'n light the fuck up |
Vibe all night |
As I roll the die |
Like my first drink was just the brink of a crooked eye |
But don’t blame the ice for the I U KEL |
Oh God couldn’t see past 'em |
If his name is puff pass, no derive |
Two dubs I got 40 on my hit list |
Just smoking drinks both the broken in-glass like old English |
Are you good bro? |
Is your eyes dilated from the kush 'n Nuvo? |
This new for the life |
Like a Nubian with the doobie cold eyes |
Better smell the coffee I’m a coughing |
That means I’m sick widdit, spit it out |
Kill it like airborne diseases |
Is this why the rap game is this easy? |
Like please eat your vegetables |
So I took a dose of the edible |
Ain’t an overdose |
Already a rap monster fucking overload |
Hopping up on stepping stones |
So we making stepping stones |
Turn up that tichrome |
Be back to introduce |
This is Messiah and the eyes are hopeless |
Please open my divide eyes through the world flex |
This ship |
Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump? |
No disrespect, that’s my man full of pump |
Don’t this ship |
Don’t this ship |
Don’t this ship |
To blast, to blast me out of sight like a satellite |
Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump? |
No disrespect, that’s my man full of pump |
Don’t this ship |
Don’t this ship |
Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump? |
Syrup sounder |
Come and hear blunt-smoking philosopher |
Smoking with a joint to get you open like a chakra |
No time for the roster in this rap game |
Go lead the way, let them lead the way |
And niggas know where they need to play |
Freeing the ways to amplify the idealect |
So another with shot |
Since the project days |
Like I was iron with tech |
Kept the eye on the text |
Make 'em see my eye in the Lex |
Give her my blood sweat |
And I ain’t injecting selecting the soul |
Cause my body and soul can’t be re and stole |
Special with the flow to make Niagara fall |
It’s over for the systematic rapper robotics |
Crashing my logic |
These niggas hooked on hooks and Hooked on Phonics |
Well hook don’t phonics and the pocket get 'em hooked on chronic |
Cause pain conditions from the page conditions |
Racing like Sonic inhaling the tonic |
They couldn’t grade my brain in a college |
Feens providing rockets for your mind like Jesus behind it |
So we had to squeeze in knowledge |
To pile it when the green sees wallet |
Anything to let the green seize wallet |
Taking forever and a century with sentence speeds |
Like a penitentiary to build cell blocks to block your memory |
Catch me on the enemy’s territory |
Telling terrible story with a terror |
The Era ends with a good night story |
Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump? |
No disrespect, that’s my man full of pump |
Don’t this ship |
Don’t this ship |
Don’t this ship make my people wanna jump? |