Now everybody tryna fill the hollow
Hell if I know what they really want though
Probly a difficult pill to swallow
Typical for the real to kill the convo
The city don't sleep, it's Sleepy Hollow
We all seekin' El Dorado
Life'll help you die slow
Times are hella hostile, like you
Gettin' held up with a rifle, fingers itchin
Never let your metatarsals get too idle, 'cept to lie low
And keep your rivals closer than apostles
Check the Bible
Bless 'em with the God flow, call it Pen-tecostal
Enterin' the fire zone at your own risk
Recognize dopeness- not a line blown
Blind loans sell the gospel to the hopeless
It's so simple you could glimpse it with your eyes closed
Miss it with 'em wide open, scrollin' though the news clips
Loose lips sunk a few ships, but if the shoe fits
I'mma toe the line until my boots split
Now in this endless avalanche of checks and balances
What gives, or has to bend?
What is the adjective actions carryin? Wait!
Think I must've missed an asterisk
Blasphemy in the fine print
Ask for me and you'll find this
I find it ironic callin' it conscious rappin
When the fact of the matter's my mind is the opposite
The only object turnin' myself to a worthy vessel for words
A sturdy trestle to serve this earthly settlement
Counterintuitive how to do it's dismantlin
Touted solutions of panderin' analysts
Massive influences dousin' the candle in fluid as we burn both ends
Enemies turn to old friends and vise versa
Somethin's fishy, smell that Elon Musk?
I'm feelin' funny like the joke is gonna be on us
We type cursor- always be the first to Tweet on somethin
But when it's time to be on that type of time we be on butts
I speak my peon mind to the humdrum of neon signs
Been readin' some sayin' that we all f*cked
The right words might be the end all be all, but
Your mean muggin' don't mean all that much
Please, don't lean on me, I'm more klutz than crutch
But you can bet the bag of Utz
Apply the pressure if you need, I'm clutch, so be it
Mi amor, trust is love
But don't believe just cuz
Doesn't mean nothin til you see it
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Now everybody tryna fill the hollow
Hell if I know what they really want though
Probly a difficult pill to swallow
Typical for the real to kill the convo
The city don't sleep, it's Sleepy Hollow
We all seekin' El Dorado
Life'll help you die slow
Times are hella hostile, like you
Gettin' held up with a rifle, fingers itchin
Never let your metatarsals get too idle, 'cept to lie low
And keep your rivals closer than apostles
Check the Bible
Bless 'em with the God flow, call it Pen-tecostal
Enterin' the fire zone at your own risk
Recognize dopeness- not a line blown
Blind loans sell the gospel to the hopeless
It's so simple you could glimpse it with your eyes closed
Miss it with 'em wide open, scrollin' though the news clips
Loose lips sunk a few ships, but if the shoe fits
I'mma toe the line until my boots split
Now in this endless avalanche of checks and balances
What gives, or has to bend?
What is the adjective actions carryin? Wait!
Think I must've missed an asterisk
Blasphemy in the fine print
Ask for me and you'll find this
I find it ironic callin' it conscious rappin
When the fact of the matter's my mind is the opposite
The only object turnin' myself to a worthy vessel for words
A sturdy trestle to serve this earthly settlement
Counterintuitive how to do it's dismantlin
Touted solutions of panderin' analysts
Massive influences dousin' the candle in fluid as we burn both ends
Enemies turn to old friends and vise versa
Somethin's fishy, smell that Elon Musk?
I'm feelin' funny like the joke is gonna be on us
We type cursor- always be the first to Tweet on somethin
But when it's time to be on that type of time we be on butts
I speak my peon mind to the humdrum of neon signs
Been readin' some sayin' that we all f*cked
The right words might be the end all be all, but
Your mean muggin' don't mean all that much
Please, don't lean on me, I'm more klutz than crutch
But you can bet the bag of Utz
Apply the pressure if you need, I'm clutch, so be it
Mi amor, trust is love
But don't believe just cuz
Doesn't mean nothin til you see it
Hell if I know what they really want though
Probly a difficult pill to swallow
Typical for the real to kill the convo
The city don't sleep, it's Sleepy Hollow
We all seekin' El Dorado
Life'll help you die slow
Times are hella hostile, like you
Gettin' held up with a rifle, fingers itchin
Never let your metatarsals get too idle, 'cept to lie low
And keep your rivals closer than apostles
Check the Bible
Bless 'em with the God flow, call it Pen-tecostal
Enterin' the fire zone at your own risk
Recognize dopeness- not a line blown
Blind loans sell the gospel to the hopeless
It's so simple you could glimpse it with your eyes closed
Miss it with 'em wide open, scrollin' though the news clips
Loose lips sunk a few ships, but if the shoe fits
I'mma toe the line until my boots split
Now in this endless avalanche of checks and balances
What gives, or has to bend?
What is the adjective actions carryin? Wait!
Think I must've missed an asterisk
Blasphemy in the fine print
Ask for me and you'll find this
I find it ironic callin' it conscious rappin
When the fact of the matter's my mind is the opposite
The only object turnin' myself to a worthy vessel for words
A sturdy trestle to serve this earthly settlement
Counterintuitive how to do it's dismantlin
Touted solutions of panderin' analysts
Massive influences dousin' the candle in fluid as we burn both ends
Enemies turn to old friends and vise versa
Somethin's fishy, smell that Elon Musk?
I'm feelin' funny like the joke is gonna be on us
We type cursor- always be the first to Tweet on somethin
But when it's time to be on that type of time we be on butts
I speak my peon mind to the humdrum of neon signs
Been readin' some sayin' that we all f*cked
The right words might be the end all be all, but
Your mean muggin' don't mean all that much
Please, don't lean on me, I'm more klutz than crutch
But you can bet the bag of Utz
Apply the pressure if you need, I'm clutch, so be it
Mi amor, trust is love
But don't believe just cuz
Doesn't mean nothin til you see it
Writer: Robin Hartzell
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