The cavity the passion exposure the sweet tooth jiggle
With a smile and protrude glow
Swimming in the lucid no scuba suits necessary
Lets refer to natural and breath like a picey up in Glasgow
Scottish in my name flame flowers in my heart
Brain pistil with a stencil that's expansive with the art
No need to explain just explore
Have the patience of a Rubik's inside of a store full of colors
All camouflage dripping like a pandas paw
Sippin on a campanille damn it dwells deeper than a secret
Imagine what it does to a speaker when I speak It's just
Leaking mosaics some say its like Mozart
I say it's more like Hendrix as an old fart
Rocking back and forth bandana round his fro
Antennas in the sky predicting when it's gonna snow
When the temperature is 0 and the aperture is open
Watch rocket take pictures that's frozen
Panoramic 360 crystalize in one breath
Brought me back to high school librarian
Told me I was gifted
And the application of it will advance my upliftment
When my pops passed away
Grew a furious addiction
To consistently connect to his soul through my writtens
So for me
Hip-hop is like dancing with an angel
And for some hip-hop is like
Dancing with some bitches
It'd be cool if they were dead 'cause you'd be dancing with some spirits
And you'd probably wouldn't have to use the word to begin with
Creative god legacy entangled in the breath
That's woven inside this arrangement is the best
So you're blessed
See the views
Sprinkle a little love
And watch the hate gets diffused
Every line I utter is like a choice so you choose
To hold on to it like the back in the day line I spewed
Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind
Standing by the clock grooming time picking ticks
Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind
Standing by the clock grooming time time time
Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind
Standing by the clock grooming time picking ticks
Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind
Standing by the clock grooming time time time
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The cavity the passion exposure the sweet tooth jiggle
With a smile and protrude glow
Swimming in the lucid no scuba suits necessary
Lets refer to natural and breath like a picey up in Glasgow
Scottish in my name flame flowers in my heart
Brain pistil with a stencil that's expansive with the art
No need to explain just explore
Have the patience of a Rubik's inside of a store full of colors
All camouflage dripping like a pandas paw
Sippin on a campanille damn it dwells deeper than a secret
Imagine what it does to a speaker when I speak It's just
Leaking mosaics some say its like Mozart
I say it's more like Hendrix as an old fart
Rocking back and forth bandana round his fro
Antennas in the sky predicting when it's gonna snow
When the temperature is 0 and the aperture is open
Watch rocket take pictures that's frozen
Panoramic 360 crystalize in one breath
Brought me back to high school librarian
Told me I was gifted
And the application of it will advance my upliftment
When my pops passed away
Grew a furious addiction
To consistently connect to his soul through my writtens
So for me
Hip-hop is like dancing with an angel
And for some hip-hop is like
Dancing with some bitches
It'd be cool if they were dead 'cause you'd be dancing with some spirits
And you'd probably wouldn't have to use the word to begin with
Creative god legacy entangled in the breath
That's woven inside this arrangement is the best
So you're blessed
See the views
Sprinkle a little love
And watch the hate gets diffused
Every line I utter is like a choice so you choose
To hold on to it like the back in the day line I spewed
Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind
Standing by the clock grooming time picking ticks
Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind
Standing by the clock grooming time time time
Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind
Standing by the clock grooming time picking ticks
Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind
Standing by the clock grooming time time time
With a smile and protrude glow
Swimming in the lucid no scuba suits necessary
Lets refer to natural and breath like a picey up in Glasgow
Scottish in my name flame flowers in my heart
Brain pistil with a stencil that's expansive with the art
No need to explain just explore
Have the patience of a Rubik's inside of a store full of colors
All camouflage dripping like a pandas paw
Sippin on a campanille damn it dwells deeper than a secret
Imagine what it does to a speaker when I speak It's just
Leaking mosaics some say its like Mozart
I say it's more like Hendrix as an old fart
Rocking back and forth bandana round his fro
Antennas in the sky predicting when it's gonna snow
When the temperature is 0 and the aperture is open
Watch rocket take pictures that's frozen
Panoramic 360 crystalize in one breath
Brought me back to high school librarian
Told me I was gifted
And the application of it will advance my upliftment
When my pops passed away
Grew a furious addiction
To consistently connect to his soul through my writtens
So for me
Hip-hop is like dancing with an angel
And for some hip-hop is like
Dancing with some bitches
It'd be cool if they were dead 'cause you'd be dancing with some spirits
And you'd probably wouldn't have to use the word to begin with
Creative god legacy entangled in the breath
That's woven inside this arrangement is the best
So you're blessed
See the views
Sprinkle a little love
And watch the hate gets diffused
Every line I utter is like a choice so you choose
To hold on to it like the back in the day line I spewed
Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind
Standing by the clock grooming time picking ticks
Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind
Standing by the clock grooming time time time
Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind
Standing by the clock grooming time picking ticks
Nothing really happens when you hold on to the wind
Standing by the clock grooming time time time
Writer: Ian McMullin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid