Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dylsexia, artist - Rob Sonic. Album song Telicatessen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SKYPIMPS
Song language: English
Dylsexia |
| That’s it baby |
| YES! |
| I’mma do some new shit, some new new shit off the new album |
| Never been done before |
| I’mma do it |
| Long Beach |
| Flip that, flip that |
| Involve etiquette medicine freeze |
| Mother is a pill still fresh from debris |
| Some fire chance fire Manson degrees |
| And yes I am still |
| Watchin' it |
| Look liver spots on a 30 year face |
| Dirty ear wax luggin' systems around |
| Illegitimate tax on my cigarette packs |
| Need another eighth coulda built some more jail |
| Pale in comparison the ford ______? |
| Prices like his we could read before sleep |
| Cheap sucker Schwinn with banana bike seat |
| Golden arch falling on my card charge fee |
| Hard wheat harvest for the rain that we need |
| Speedy recover like a pied in cocoon |
| Got it in tune slightly high middle C |
| But it’ll be another month before I bark at the moon |
| Sex backwards, piss for past tense |
| Hands for scandals |
| City now, ready how, steady some risk |
| Every out fits, it’s allowed this |
| Don’t interrupt interact |
| Or play with matches memories some of us never catch |
| Interference stays like a radar |
| But stays in the pace maker facin' off of microwaves |
| Nova casa blank add a thanks to your look |
| If I only had a tank I’d get more bang for my buck |
| Sam got a ____ (sand?) for the park thinking lot |
| And I can’t believe that I’m still |
| Watchin' it |
| In a van in remote palacades staken' out |
| Nile west bio (vile?)-test til we’re all taken out |
| When you’re walkin' off it’s only three miles wide |
| You’re not a human you’re a sardine that knows too much |
| Nine million motherfucks who all cook with gas |
| Will make the best damn rocket you’ve ever seen |
| Am-pheta-mine, left a |
| Space between me and your target group |
| Sex backwards, piss for past tense |
| Hands for scandals |
| City now, ready how, steady some risk |
| Every out fits, it’s allowed this |
| The eyes of my house can’t close enough |
| Since I was told we’d be out of air soon |
| Yea, the eyes of my house can’t close enough |
| Since I was told we’d be out of air soon |
| Justified leach please get off my skin |
| Found on the shore of anything but syringe |
| Threw a brick through the zenith before I turned in |
| So now I am no longer |
| Watchin' it |
| Everything is a dot since I took the bait |
| Hooked on new practices like dodging Mars |
| And crunching numbers that I’ll never make |
| And collecting passengers for plastic cars |
| I’m still the same person, I just lost my faith |
| In a round about way I read much bluer |
| Newer my circumference in the mind it makes |
| Dates move, straight through, time stop, get fuel |
| Sex backwards, piss for past tense |
| Hands for scandals |
| City now, ready how, steady some risk |
| Every out fits it’s allowed this |
| The eyes of my house can’t close enough |
| Since I was told we’d be out of air soon |
| Yea, the eyes of my house can’t close enough |
| Since I was told we’d be out of air soon |
| We are |
| Watchin' it |
| They are |
| Watchin' it |
| All are |
| Watchin' it |
| We (or Be) still |
| Watchin' it |
| (You or We or Be) still |
| Watchin' it |
| They still |
| Watchin' it |
| We are |
| Watchin' it |
| They are |
| Watchin' it |
| Sex |