Lyrics Glow - Ricky

Glow

Hop up out the bed\nMy hair smelling like blunt smoke\nMy Momma worried bout me\nToo much sh*t that she don’t know\nI’m the sh*t\nI had to float the 808\nLike a boat row\nMy aura always glowing\nThink I look like a light show (x2)\nI think I caught the Holy Ghost\nAround the rosie\nDo-si-do\nShe screaming for me\nAs I’m drifting slowly into comatose\nHold me, no\nTell me, are the homies home\nCuz I’ve been exposed to another being\nAnd I think that it’s time to go\nIt’s a brand new KeiKei arising\nOpen my eyelids\nI’ve been dreaming\nNow new sh*t on horizon\nAll my stars are aligning\nFighting demons, Orion\nWith the might of a lion\nI’m in my temple, like Mayans\nAnd you can’t even climb it\nB*tch, I’m out the box and in my bag\nYou’re wanting what you couldn’t have\nA Ricky logo on the flag\nWe fly it over Maryland\nIn Donnycaster, holy land\nAnd cast our shadows\nLike we were wearing red\nAnd holding hands\nWith only a tan glove on\nI do my dance on graves of the older me\nNo controller needed\nCut the puppet strings from the back of me\nAnd I started bleeding\nPublicly and honestly\nI’m telling you we gonna be\nThe leaders of the DMV\nOr you can catch my whole penis\nHop up out the bed\nMy hair smelling like blunt smoke\nMy Momma worried bout me\nToo much sh*t that she don’t know\nI’m the sh*t\nI had to float the 808\nLike a boat row\nMy aura always glowing\nThink I look like a light show (x2)\nAlright, look\nI’m throwin verbal right hooks\nI’m fried like I’m a line cook\nAnd all my n****s dine first\nBut all your n****s dying first\nCuz yo block’s hot\nFrom them lying verses\nNeed to hang that sh*t up\nLike your towel\nAfter you hit the shower\nGot my mojo back\nThey say I’m groovy\nLike I’m Austin Powers\nLondon boy\nI sold the O2 out\nToo bad it was a dream\nThe requiem was that I woke up wide awake\nStill on a stage\nYelling every word\nBut draped around me was a cloud of haze\nLike Jimi, man\nI play this game in a way that no one’s ever seen\nI f**king gleam\nWe stack the team up to the ceiling\nHanging from the pipework\nThis rapping sh*t is light work\nSo, I had to spit a slight verse\nIt’s slight work\nLike Vance be\nNo, y’all can’t dance with me\nI went creek walking when you see the streams\nEverything is bigger than it seems\nNot a meme picture\nEverything you wanted since a youngin\nHey\nI don’t really want the coverage\nBut the music can’t be undercover\nOther n****s try to push me on a product\nImma just kick back\nAnd light the pot up\nThen I wake up\nAnd I\nHop up out the bed\nMy hair smelling like blunt smoke\nMy Momma worried bout me\nToo much sh*t that she don’t know\nI’m the sh*t\nI had to float the 808\nLike a boat row\nMy aura always glowing\nThink I look like a light show\nHop up out the bed\nMy hair smelling like blunt smoke (x2)