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Acid. Video (MV)




Performed By: Isaiahh Finesse
Length: 2:43
Written by: Julian Finisse
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Isaiahh Finesse - Acid. Lyrics




Smoking under the full moon
A king released from his war wounds
He prays that he's gonna make it
He says he's done with that fake shit
Cut ties so he could reach greatness
On a a rise
He's gonna be massive
Could see clear like he wearing glasses
Who is he?
He is god on acid
In the future
Label this a classic
I'm a beast
I am an assassin
As for hip hop
Thats my passion
I don't flip flop
I speak facts bitch
And if you trip
I relax kid
Then sit back and bang wax kid
Then plan on getting mo stacks
Can't get in the way of that kid
I produce my own shit
And i write all my rhymes
I'm really on some daytona shit
Cuz i have the luxury of time
But i can't waste my time
Not while im in my prime
Too many waited for too long
Thats how they lost track of time
But i got tunnel vision
Thats why i never lose track of mine
Gotta stay focused
Stay on the grind
Don't sit and be quiet
Just like a mime
You gotta reach for it
You gotta climb
Don't keep it in you
Go ahead
Speak your mind
F*ck what everyone saying
Go ahead and shine
Don't let the past keep you behind
To move forward
You gotta rewind
Ya'll muthaf*ckas wasting time
Not preaching
I'm just tryna find
A solution so we can proceed with the grind
When it comes to this here
You can't have no fear
You can't cry
Can't shed no tears
Been working on this shit for years
And I can't let you interfere
With the plan that I engineered
Sorry to sound insincere
But this is my paul revere
Warning you that the end is near
Yeah
Warning you that the end is near
Cuz this is my paul revere
Unhhh
God on acid
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Smoking under the full moon
A king released from his war wounds
He prays that he's gonna make it
He says he's done with that fake shit
Cut ties so he could reach greatness
On a a rise
He's gonna be massive
Could see clear like he wearing glasses
Who is he?
He is god on acid
In the future
Label this a classic
I'm a beast
I am an assassin
As for hip hop
Thats my passion
I don't flip flop
I speak facts bitch
And if you trip
I relax kid
Then sit back and bang wax kid
Then plan on getting mo stacks
Can't get in the way of that kid
I produce my own shit
And i write all my rhymes
I'm really on some daytona shit
Cuz i have the luxury of time
But i can't waste my time
Not while im in my prime
Too many waited for too long
Thats how they lost track of time
But i got tunnel vision
Thats why i never lose track of mine
Gotta stay focused
Stay on the grind
Don't sit and be quiet
Just like a mime
You gotta reach for it
You gotta climb
Don't keep it in you
Go ahead
Speak your mind
F*ck what everyone saying
Go ahead and shine
Don't let the past keep you behind
To move forward
You gotta rewind
Ya'll muthaf*ckas wasting time
Not preaching
I'm just tryna find
A solution so we can proceed with the grind
When it comes to this here
You can't have no fear
You can't cry
Can't shed no tears
Been working on this shit for years
And I can't let you interfere
With the plan that I engineered
Sorry to sound insincere
But this is my paul revere
Warning you that the end is near
Yeah
Warning you that the end is near
Cuz this is my paul revere
Unhhh
God on acid
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Writer: Julian Finisse
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