Insidevoices - CHECKTHEMETER! Lyrics
Insidevoices - CHECKTHEMETER! Lyrics
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Yeah
This one of one Murakami reading
Only dropping all the hits when we f*cking deem it
Necessary not to carry weapons blood thin anemic
Lightheaded sway back and forth like my boy off E
X he rolling with the steppers now mad paraplegic
Drugs got him in a pulp crushed in his demeanor
Bring the bread over to the youngins feeling like Demeter
My opps gon up the score I park my semi tell em check the meter
Huh
Check the meter going up
On my mama finna feed her
Know it's us when I check the time and only seeing clearer
I ain't working hard enough
But my unreleased? Let's go band for band
Make you sound like Weezer
All my opps emo as f*ck some wrist beaters
Got a reputation in my hick town as a bitch stealer
Put you toe to toe with me and my demons won't persist neither
Put you in a bag and sneak you out the back in a 4 wheeler
Drop the 2
Know I reach into a bag so deep I'm bulletproof
To industry standards I don't need a tool
Hear my flow it sound like I'm mismanaged
Way nobody every think I'm a Tamil king
It's mary low
Don't look up you're finna lose
Scoreboard ain't on my side I'm talking shit like I'm a fool
Way I make a big stepper bite sized
They ask me what he do to you
I'm a shark I ate him cuz he showed blood
Like Luka with Mark Cuban
'Stranger Things' like Randy Newman
See the millies bob and weave bag chasing take endurance
Hit men gon call me up and ask for pointers how I do it?
Said that I keep my mind messy arm steady though no movement (steady aim)
Cuz anyone with clarity of mind would never shoot to prove it
So I stay f*cked up
Cuz when I see the beat I gotta run right through it
Got a relationship with music my whole life I've been abusive
Why would I ever stay lucid
This one of one Murakami reading
Only dropping all the hits when we f*cking deem it
Necessary not to carry weapons blood thin anemic
Lightheaded sway back and forth like my boy off E
X he rolling with the steppers now mad paraplegic
Drugs got him in a pulp crushed in his demeanor
Bring the bread over to the youngins feeling like Demeter
My opps gon up the score I park my semi tell em check the meter
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Yeah
This one of one Murakami reading
Only dropping all the hits when we f*cking deem it
Necessary not to carry weapons blood thin anemic
Lightheaded sway back and forth like my boy off E
X he rolling with the steppers now mad paraplegic
Drugs got him in a pulp crushed in his demeanor
Bring the bread over to the youngins feeling like Demeter
My opps gon up the score I park my semi tell em check the meter
Huh
Check the meter going up
On my mama finna feed her
Know it's us when I check the time and only seeing clearer
I ain't working hard enough
But my unreleased? Let's go band for band
Make you sound like Weezer
All my opps emo as f*ck some wrist beaters
Got a reputation in my hick town as a bitch stealer
Put you toe to toe with me and my demons won't persist neither
Put you in a bag and sneak you out the back in a 4 wheeler
Drop the 2
Know I reach into a bag so deep I'm bulletproof
To industry standards I don't need a tool
Hear my flow it sound like I'm mismanaged
Way nobody every think I'm a Tamil king
It's mary low
Don't look up you're finna lose
Scoreboard ain't on my side I'm talking shit like I'm a fool
Way I make a big stepper bite sized
They ask me what he do to you
I'm a shark I ate him cuz he showed blood
Like Luka with Mark Cuban
'Stranger Things' like Randy Newman
See the millies bob and weave bag chasing take endurance
Hit men gon call me up and ask for pointers how I do it?
Said that I keep my mind messy arm steady though no movement (steady aim)
Cuz anyone with clarity of mind would never shoot to prove it
So I stay f*cked up
Cuz when I see the beat I gotta run right through it
Got a relationship with music my whole life I've been abusive
Why would I ever stay lucid
This one of one Murakami reading
Only dropping all the hits when we f*cking deem it
Necessary not to carry weapons blood thin anemic
Lightheaded sway back and forth like my boy off E
X he rolling with the steppers now mad paraplegic
Drugs got him in a pulp crushed in his demeanor
Bring the bread over to the youngins feeling like Demeter
My opps gon up the score I park my semi tell em check the meter
This one of one Murakami reading
Only dropping all the hits when we f*cking deem it
Necessary not to carry weapons blood thin anemic
Lightheaded sway back and forth like my boy off E
X he rolling with the steppers now mad paraplegic
Drugs got him in a pulp crushed in his demeanor
Bring the bread over to the youngins feeling like Demeter
My opps gon up the score I park my semi tell em check the meter
Huh
Check the meter going up
On my mama finna feed her
Know it's us when I check the time and only seeing clearer
I ain't working hard enough
But my unreleased? Let's go band for band
Make you sound like Weezer
All my opps emo as f*ck some wrist beaters
Got a reputation in my hick town as a bitch stealer
Put you toe to toe with me and my demons won't persist neither
Put you in a bag and sneak you out the back in a 4 wheeler
Drop the 2
Know I reach into a bag so deep I'm bulletproof
To industry standards I don't need a tool
Hear my flow it sound like I'm mismanaged
Way nobody every think I'm a Tamil king
It's mary low
Don't look up you're finna lose
Scoreboard ain't on my side I'm talking shit like I'm a fool
Way I make a big stepper bite sized
They ask me what he do to you
I'm a shark I ate him cuz he showed blood
Like Luka with Mark Cuban
'Stranger Things' like Randy Newman
See the millies bob and weave bag chasing take endurance
Hit men gon call me up and ask for pointers how I do it?
Said that I keep my mind messy arm steady though no movement (steady aim)
Cuz anyone with clarity of mind would never shoot to prove it
So I stay f*cked up
Cuz when I see the beat I gotta run right through it
Got a relationship with music my whole life I've been abusive
Why would I ever stay lucid
This one of one Murakami reading
Only dropping all the hits when we f*cking deem it
Necessary not to carry weapons blood thin anemic
Lightheaded sway back and forth like my boy off E
X he rolling with the steppers now mad paraplegic
Drugs got him in a pulp crushed in his demeanor
Bring the bread over to the youngins feeling like Demeter
My opps gon up the score I park my semi tell em check the meter
Writer: Raghav Surya
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Insidevoices
Featuring: liminal, mary low
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: Raghav Surya