Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sphinx Royal, artist - Tyler MajorDate of issue: 30.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sphinx Royal |
| Dramatic huh, you’re looking at the young and the restless |
| We’re killin you, bullets to the chest and you’re vestless test us |
| Guranteed I’ll pass with a surplus we brought an extra man with the clan to the |
| circus |
| Front row seats so you know we spent dinero |
| Top notch beats like ham tv |
| No heroes |
| All villains all winners |
| Even when I stop still movin like car spinners |
| Bitch thats a throwback faggot I know that |
| Got a song for every fuckin click of the Kodak |
| Take pic pussy I’ll be chillin on the wall getting pussy pics |
| Imagining im breakin down her walls with this minidick |
| Unbearable like no yogis allowed |
| Sleepy off some mid cuz I can’t afford the loud |
| See me in the back eyes scanning through the crowd |
| I’m trying to find the bitch that still has my black an mild |
| Darker thoughts in light of happy evenings |
| The moment I end it all’ll be the moment they don’t believe me |
| Pistol couple pocket knife wedding can be deceiving |
| Met on a blind date then fucked she came and left me bleedy. |
| 1, 1, 1, |
| 2 mic check he’s overdone dude |
| Them Shiny lights and awkward nights on stage must have gotten to him |
| Just a few hours ago he seemed fine |
| Such an asinine prick but yet he came off as benign |
| He walked on stage high as fuck the same as patterson |
| Drawn, reflective metals skin egyptian patterned son. |
| Pools of kooler-aid kiss |
| the stained planks |
| Diet on the frits from dyed sugar water and stageplanks. |
| Thanks. |
| He slips while uping the next rapper saying give it up while swaying like a |
| privleged drunk chapter member |
| He only resurrects early november, but until then its just another tember |
| twards tember, remaining the redest cold winter |
| They always ask him, why he flow like draino in the kitchen sink |
| He says that its his duty to serve his spectators and royal sphinx |
| Please look at the program, tell me what the issue read |
| Not the best anything in the posse so dont stomp your feet |
| Gametime fiscals, bet that on your masterpiece |
| Foreigns observe it closely, the homieland’s nose bleed |
| But if it wasn’t for his sqabblin and lolly gaggin |
| He wouldn’t be missed like that experience in your log cabin |
| --Middle nights with his thoughts to please the territory |
| The lurks will always counter smurk philosophies to tell his story |
| Before a shot of the «whose who inside my womb» juice |
| You would have already felt the tickles inside your belly’s loose tooth |
| You heard that barkin right? |
| I wonder if he’s startled |
| Too many allegories inside his messages present them borrowed |
| The manuscript and weapons cloaked like the masked zorro |
| The readings were so profound along the lines of winny g harpo |