
Date of issue: 04.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Taste Buds |
Writing verses with my eyes closed |
Spitting with a blindfold |
Try and fold the paper seven times and get your mind blown |
Crystal chain and fly stones |
Steady beating milestones |
Sitting back and chilling and grilling out with them fly homies |
Live and die and stay holy |
Haters with the fake Rollie |
Get cake, drop for fake clocks that die slowly |
Cut the script of resurrection |
Bring the sauce from new directions |
Blocking competition to switch it up into new dimensions |
Writing with my palms down, living life to the fullest |
My bowl is getting full of Cheerios and golden bullets |
Bullies and toothaches for a couple years |
I never seem to care much about a double piercing |
Fierce scenes, like a dream, but it’s life |
Reality, enticed, like a night out |
It’s nice to love and have riches |
But keep it quiet, I’m fighting a struggle to keep it light and |
I’m piping hot like the python |
My mind is kept in, steadily choosing, repping |
Throwing up big Ds with more cheese than pepperoni |
You haters acting phony |
Slimmer, and hella bony |
I bring the beat in if anyone tries to run up on me |
Look, stop, and pay attention |
To Mikey’s daily blessings |
Spreading confession with spirit holier than the weapon |
(?) precense |
To feed y’all inner peasants |
Eagles corrupted with jealousy and the will to give in |
I’m chilling here with Marques, we barking for all these problems |
We down and out like we Batman and Robin and kicking carcasses |
Carpooling and we rocking with Kappa, (?), and Prada |
In black and white like I’m modestly honest, (?) me, honored it |
Off with their head |
I’m playing around, but think of the kids |
They saying these things like they’re not as big as they seem |
A queen sized chocolate candy Captain Crunch |
Eating brunch with my brother, talking smack and sipping punch |
I ain’t gonna lie, Mikey |
Some fruit punch sound good as hell |
Not that sugar free shit |
Like, some good fruit punch, like Hawaiian Punch |
Sipping punch and acting lazy |
Green for lunch and dinner maybe |
Walking through a field of Dasies |
Hold the world like I was Hades |
Never phase me that they hate me |
Gave me names that were degrading |
I’m a demi in the sea of young prodigies in the making |
Sipping punch and acting lazy |
Green for lunch and dinner maybe |
Walking through a field of Dasies |
Hold the world like I was Hades |
Never phase me that they hate me |
Gave me names that were degrading |
I’m a demi in the sea of young prodigies in the making |
Tryna find time for the right rhymes |
For the right guys, talking best buds |
Mocking taste buds, making flash floods |
For my baby sister, who I’ve always loved |
Never talked to me |
Never telling me what’s underneath |
Used to put me to sleep with a lullaby |
Now I sit and complain, yeah, the same guy |
With the same mind, yeah, the same ties |
With the different ride, isn’t that right? |
Does it sound nice? |
Sending mail to my address |
Says you (?) down, but you left state |
That’s the facts, mate |
That’s the facts, man |
Took a long time to get the path straight |
If you ask me, that’s the past made |
But all this drama’s got me gasping |
Sipping punch and acting lazy |
Green for lunch and dinner maybe |
Walking through a field of Dasies |
Hold the world like I was Hades |
Never phase me that they hate me |
Gave me names that were degrading |
I’m a demi in the sea of young prodigies in the making |
Sipping punch and acting lazy |
Green for lunch and dinner maybe |
Walking through a field of Dasies |
Hold the world like I was Hades |
Never phase me that they hate me |
Gave me names that were degrading |
I’m a demi in the sea of young prodigies in the making |
Too conflicted from reminicising |
Petitions of signing scriptures and missing the bigger pictures |
Society overlooks |
And I’m bound to just self destruct and comply to what isn’t right |
And rely on the people |
I ain’t give up on my dreams and die |
But I won’t |
'Cause I can’t |
Move around across the town like I’m the man |
Mega Man got a plan |
To free the lambs |
And hold his hands with gold medallions worth about hundred grands |