Always felt no love, blasting through the street at 60 with the wheel on a curb
Amassing a body count larger than the Terminator
Destroying infrastructure set up as a means to an end
Keep the slaves at bay as we reap profits from them
Wholly homocidal, hysterical idols leaning on the porcelain creaking
Heating up and cracking, breaking all the f*cking pieces into three fifths left of what it was
Bent on a god-given plan, of washing Allah outta all the instances when the earth floats on an axis tilted
Soon to tip over into an astronomical abyss, across a new landscape littered with the most obtuse of shapes
Hidden beneath an arched, massive indecorous rung
Nothing left to be sung in a wasteland full of incessant, little nagging busters trying to front and catch a case
Reach up for the biggest piece of the cut
Bound to end up in last place with a sour, bunched up face
Refuse to give these people what they ask for
Play the mainstream I'll drop ya ass to the asphalt
Fast forward to the madness at the rap show
Made the club some money but I'm still living mad broke
Prone to endure what makes y'all fold up
Saw my door closing so I told the clique to hold up
Couldn't miss a chance and the chants made us blow up
Watching from the stands like homie what you know of
Us the growth it been showing up
The flow's just mature enough to get me where I need to be tho I'm not the chosen one
I'll breathe like a real OG
Witness what we finna leak
Decisions that amount to peace
The mission is defining me alive but I don't wanna be
Love is worth my time but what's mine is always outta reach
If minds collide then I'll ship it like an odyssey
St. Jose - Offshoot (feat. Yimah) Lyrics
St. Jose - Offshoot (feat. Yimah) Lyrics
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Always felt no love, blasting through the street at 60 with the wheel on a curb
Amassing a body count larger than the Terminator
Destroying infrastructure set up as a means to an end
Keep the slaves at bay as we reap profits from them
Wholly homocidal, hysterical idols leaning on the porcelain creaking
Heating up and cracking, breaking all the f*cking pieces into three fifths left of what it was
Bent on a god-given plan, of washing Allah outta all the instances when the earth floats on an axis tilted
Soon to tip over into an astronomical abyss, across a new landscape littered with the most obtuse of shapes
Hidden beneath an arched, massive indecorous rung
Nothing left to be sung in a wasteland full of incessant, little nagging busters trying to front and catch a case
Reach up for the biggest piece of the cut
Bound to end up in last place with a sour, bunched up face
Refuse to give these people what they ask for
Play the mainstream I'll drop ya ass to the asphalt
Fast forward to the madness at the rap show
Made the club some money but I'm still living mad broke
Prone to endure what makes y'all fold up
Saw my door closing so I told the clique to hold up
Couldn't miss a chance and the chants made us blow up
Watching from the stands like homie what you know of
Us the growth it been showing up
The flow's just mature enough to get me where I need to be tho I'm not the chosen one
I'll breathe like a real OG
Witness what we finna leak
Decisions that amount to peace
The mission is defining me alive but I don't wanna be
Love is worth my time but what's mine is always outta reach
If minds collide then I'll ship it like an odyssey
Amassing a body count larger than the Terminator
Destroying infrastructure set up as a means to an end
Keep the slaves at bay as we reap profits from them
Wholly homocidal, hysterical idols leaning on the porcelain creaking
Heating up and cracking, breaking all the f*cking pieces into three fifths left of what it was
Bent on a god-given plan, of washing Allah outta all the instances when the earth floats on an axis tilted
Soon to tip over into an astronomical abyss, across a new landscape littered with the most obtuse of shapes
Hidden beneath an arched, massive indecorous rung
Nothing left to be sung in a wasteland full of incessant, little nagging busters trying to front and catch a case
Reach up for the biggest piece of the cut
Bound to end up in last place with a sour, bunched up face
Refuse to give these people what they ask for
Play the mainstream I'll drop ya ass to the asphalt
Fast forward to the madness at the rap show
Made the club some money but I'm still living mad broke
Prone to endure what makes y'all fold up
Saw my door closing so I told the clique to hold up
Couldn't miss a chance and the chants made us blow up
Watching from the stands like homie what you know of
Us the growth it been showing up
The flow's just mature enough to get me where I need to be tho I'm not the chosen one
I'll breathe like a real OG
Witness what we finna leak
Decisions that amount to peace
The mission is defining me alive but I don't wanna be
Love is worth my time but what's mine is always outta reach
If minds collide then I'll ship it like an odyssey
Writer: chris satnan
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