Lyrics High Horse - Mads Veslelia

High Horse

I’ma ghost in a meat coat
My revenue?
Minimized minimal
So good, better visualize iller flows
Shampoo in the eyes of a hater foe, yo
Got a pencil, so driven I’m giving it back tenfold
Blood fizzing I’m pissing on your candle
Vandal with the pants low and I prank call, Damn Daniel
Better lay low, I go ham independent bet I’m Rambo
Don’t pretend to be better, but I am tho
Eggroll?
Ain’t a chance hoe, get scrambled
Oh, what a scandal, my channel be levity but can no
Celebrity get at me, I’m handsome, jams not random please understand them
When I sit upon a feeling, fuck a billion bet I’m bidding on a building for my
children, fucking chilling with a betting
I am better independent, never letting bitter penguins be the ending to my
attendance and I’m sending all my venting and offending when I’m penning
Never bending keep on banging not forgetting I’ma blessing
Don’t be guessing, gotta present for the press and not pleasant
Not stressing, but I’m revving for the event, forever.
You better uh
Show respect when you can’t wreck
I’m Gillette, ye the best that you can get
I’ma blade in your face, Wesley
No aftershave man that’s deadly
Yeah, I can hear the mainstream
Saying that speed, «Dang, cannot understand it»
Uh, ya better jail me, sniping your asses up in a taxfree
And if ya don’t get that metaphor, wordplay or whatever the fuck it’s called
You be like «Damn he’s just saying random shit and sprinkle rhymes on it»
Nah, I spend time on it, dig deep beneath, Einstein on it
Release the heat throw Brahms on it, wannabe E=mc2 the bone
Bombs on it
I rock on it, respond, there be no chance to respawn honey
I’m on the balcony
But I be dodging the bullets to fullest I’m bond on it
Double-O-Seven
I’ma get it then I send it in a second
I’ma check in with a tech and I’ma wreck it with a weapon better
Break ya fucking neck and I’ma never take a break and I’ma set a fucking record
with it
My name, «respeck» on it
Donate your breath on it
I may just sexually rest on the breast of a dressed up mess, but I guess that
I’m better off
Lost in a studio, profit over stupid hoes
Drunk in a funeral, crying like a bitch on the front row cause I just dumped
loads of flows all over the beat
Six feet indeed, put popcorn kernels in the stomach make the burning a lot more
interesting
Hell yeah, am I pop enough?
Ain’t no bitches gonna drive me nuts
Ain’t no priest gonna guide me lost
So I gallop in the dark, ya behind in dust
Ain’t no God I trust
Man, I’m wild as fuck
Never ride the bus
I’m supplied by lust
2Pac died at the age that I’m now, yes 25
Gotta make a change, put pride in my catalogue
So I guess I gotta stay alive just a little bit longer
Ay, do you remember I killed that beat a few bars back?
Psssshhh… It’s time for the resurrection, speed up
I’ma go Token
I’ma Hulk Hogan, with a dope omen
Better know that I’m not open for the dull Odin, I’m Jotun
Frozen gotta few close that I’m holding, folding fucking my opponent
Loathing, moaning, I don’t wanna love in the morning
Flowing above, man I’m robbing the ocean
Oh shi, they don’t wanna see me win
They don’t wanna see me spin
They don’t wanna put real artist on
No parking zone, but their jaw is gone when I spark a tone
No party song, but in my heart, I’m a fucking partisan, you retarded dumb my
bar is on some next level shit, have you shaking like Parkinson
But as usual, I’ll probably get slept on
Like a hotel bed, that you quick forget on your business trip
Just call me clarion
I see these other fappers with gold plaques and celebrity status with no talent,
just a dope swag and their nose full of coke
That’s a dope habit
I live at my old granny, no Grammy
But I go hammy, not in Miami bitch
Norway, fjords, cheese slicer and Bjørn Dæhlie
Trolls and waterfalls and a couple of kids slow yapping
Let’s put this on the map and attack them
Help me get out of the snow globe that I was born trapped in
But anyway all that I’m asking, if you enjoyed this video please share it,
Let a snowball roll and forever lasting
High horse