Mind open
I'm kinda awoken
Spitting this corrosion, i might even be the chosen
It's ironic that i'm frozen
Juggling the oceans maybe split em like I'm Moses
The infuriated romans yeah they wonder why he golden
But I'm just living in the moment
Making this commotion
God aint wait for no one, when it's time to leave he's going
So you know i keep em pouring
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
On my way to the gates of heaven
Can't be late, probably get there at 11
Maybe smoke it up with Kevin before I get there
Answering my questions, no I aint scared
Start ascending
Hit up the concession
Cop a bag of skittles and a gatorade, that's lemon
Getting yellow fever, my repeater give me pleasure
But now I feel the pressure
Need me a refresher
Make me feel better
Cuz I am not myself all my connections getting severed
I've even turned to staying in and watching Lethal Weapon
Mel Gibson intervention, yeah we was mixing some prescriptions
We was in another world, kicking it with Vixen
Some of these misfits unable to get this so class is dismissed
My one last wish is
Take me to the land where I feel like I am me
Never been the man to easily take defeat
Cuz I'm caught in the belief that I'm part of the elite
Roosevelt's envying what I came to be
But it's what I came to be so ima keep doing what I'm doing, spittin on a beat
I'm writing half my shit while i'm in the backseat
Mask on, daft punk
Yeah it's time to trick or treat
Where
The F*ck
Am I
Ahhhhh not again
F*ck
Layin on my bed is usually where you'll find me
Isolations tried me but it didn't get too far
The relation of sensations never seemed very bizarre
But the more that they align, I see myself up in the stars
Sitting here wondering what'll happen next
Hoping my inner self climbs up out my chest
Because I am not myself some
People even saying yo Trento get some help but
I don't listen to em
Think it won't get cloudy on my own, I stay hidden to em
Swear I got some vision thru it
In reality
I don't breathe
When these
Thoughts is on intermission, clearly something that I'm missing
I'm just hoping it aint vicious
Trxnto - Watch Ya Step Lyrics
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English
Mind open
I'm kinda awoken
Spitting this corrosion, i might even be the chosen
It's ironic that i'm frozen
Juggling the oceans maybe split em like I'm Moses
The infuriated romans yeah they wonder why he golden
But I'm just living in the moment
Making this commotion
God aint wait for no one, when it's time to leave he's going
So you know i keep em pouring
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
On my way to the gates of heaven
Can't be late, probably get there at 11
Maybe smoke it up with Kevin before I get there
Answering my questions, no I aint scared
Start ascending
Hit up the concession
Cop a bag of skittles and a gatorade, that's lemon
Getting yellow fever, my repeater give me pleasure
But now I feel the pressure
Need me a refresher
Make me feel better
Cuz I am not myself all my connections getting severed
I've even turned to staying in and watching Lethal Weapon
Mel Gibson intervention, yeah we was mixing some prescriptions
We was in another world, kicking it with Vixen
Some of these misfits unable to get this so class is dismissed
My one last wish is
Take me to the land where I feel like I am me
Never been the man to easily take defeat
Cuz I'm caught in the belief that I'm part of the elite
Roosevelt's envying what I came to be
But it's what I came to be so ima keep doing what I'm doing, spittin on a beat
I'm writing half my shit while i'm in the backseat
Mask on, daft punk
Yeah it's time to trick or treat
Where
The F*ck
Am I
Ahhhhh not again
F*ck
Layin on my bed is usually where you'll find me
Isolations tried me but it didn't get too far
The relation of sensations never seemed very bizarre
But the more that they align, I see myself up in the stars
Sitting here wondering what'll happen next
Hoping my inner self climbs up out my chest
Because I am not myself some
People even saying yo Trento get some help but
I don't listen to em
Think it won't get cloudy on my own, I stay hidden to em
Swear I got some vision thru it
In reality
I don't breathe
When these
Thoughts is on intermission, clearly something that I'm missing
I'm just hoping it aint vicious
I'm kinda awoken
Spitting this corrosion, i might even be the chosen
It's ironic that i'm frozen
Juggling the oceans maybe split em like I'm Moses
The infuriated romans yeah they wonder why he golden
But I'm just living in the moment
Making this commotion
God aint wait for no one, when it's time to leave he's going
So you know i keep em pouring
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
On my way to the gates of heaven
Can't be late, probably get there at 11
Maybe smoke it up with Kevin before I get there
Answering my questions, no I aint scared
Start ascending
Hit up the concession
Cop a bag of skittles and a gatorade, that's lemon
Getting yellow fever, my repeater give me pleasure
But now I feel the pressure
Need me a refresher
Make me feel better
Cuz I am not myself all my connections getting severed
I've even turned to staying in and watching Lethal Weapon
Mel Gibson intervention, yeah we was mixing some prescriptions
We was in another world, kicking it with Vixen
Some of these misfits unable to get this so class is dismissed
My one last wish is
Take me to the land where I feel like I am me
Never been the man to easily take defeat
Cuz I'm caught in the belief that I'm part of the elite
Roosevelt's envying what I came to be
But it's what I came to be so ima keep doing what I'm doing, spittin on a beat
I'm writing half my shit while i'm in the backseat
Mask on, daft punk
Yeah it's time to trick or treat
Where
The F*ck
Am I
Ahhhhh not again
F*ck
Layin on my bed is usually where you'll find me
Isolations tried me but it didn't get too far
The relation of sensations never seemed very bizarre
But the more that they align, I see myself up in the stars
Sitting here wondering what'll happen next
Hoping my inner self climbs up out my chest
Because I am not myself some
People even saying yo Trento get some help but
I don't listen to em
Think it won't get cloudy on my own, I stay hidden to em
Swear I got some vision thru it
In reality
I don't breathe
When these
Thoughts is on intermission, clearly something that I'm missing
I'm just hoping it aint vicious
Writer: Trent Rodenborn
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