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Order Video (MV)




Performed By: Vanz Hamlit
Language: English
Length: 5:47
Written by: Zachary Hunter
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Vanz Hamlit - Order Lyrics




My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

Order is confusion
Confucius when I rhyme
The culture I am moving
And I just found a dime

Ironic niggas call me faggot
I love when pussy resembles peaches
Killed it
And got to eating
Call me maggot

Old hoes
Reminisce bout
My banana
Hood nigga
But never wore a bandana

Add two more
Sitting on my lap
You can
Call me Santa
I guess I am fruity

Your professor couldn't move me
My only teacher is a planner
In other words
I could learn from a calendar
Past the herb
Every day's a new lesson
I know I said I quit
But the way I been putting in work?
Shit I need a vacation
For eternity
Earning the top spot
Is a shot in the dark
But I am
A top shot
Niggas provide beef
Preheat the stove
It got hot
Want burrito?
Flock to the crockpot

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

Is this my style?
Is this my while?
Is it my child?
Am I vile?
Beneath the tiles?
Am I child?
Is this the wild?
Should I smile?
Should I file for taxes?
Or end the mother f*cking government?
Cuz it's your own body
You should govern it
Declare a covenant
Between you and order
To diminish what we call chaos
Most niggas don't read
In between lines
If life's not a game?
Then why they tryna play us
Like we're asses
If you're a mule
Then I'm a fool
War is fuel for the end
Peace is tool
For declaring new
Beginnings
I tried to tell friends
We could win together
But they rather play fortnite
All night
Alright
It's on sight
I'll take flights
Around what they
Believe to be a globe
Rubbing earlobe
Because it's comforting
A winter heating up in NY
Well bitch this must be the summer then

I'm yawning
Mowing the lawn
My woman's a jawn
And I know my peers are all snakes
That fake shit
Couldn't see
The twenty twenty me
Best believe you're outta luck
Like your winning number's
Twenty three
You scratch off
And You see
Thirty two
F*ck
Maybe in a world
Where you're dyslexic
You'll have better chances
Dancing with the devil
And she prancing
Hot as kettles
Men sin like it's our job
But Job kept Faith
Ironic I knew a hoe
By the same name
She f*cked two of my friends
I lost hope in women
Then Lynette
Came along
My heartbeat to the rhythm
Of a song
Like kick drums
When I think about her
Liquidate her
Like low prices
Is she the real deal
Feel teal
When I see her
Then I take flight
Comment on her photos
Every now and then
Hope our paths
Cross in reality
They just might
And we'll be friends

Happily ever after
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English

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

Order is confusion
Confucius when I rhyme
The culture I am moving
And I just found a dime

Ironic niggas call me faggot
I love when pussy resembles peaches
Killed it
And got to eating
Call me maggot

Old hoes
Reminisce bout
My banana
Hood nigga
But never wore a bandana

Add two more
Sitting on my lap
You can
Call me Santa
I guess I am fruity

Your professor couldn't move me
My only teacher is a planner
In other words
I could learn from a calendar
Past the herb
Every day's a new lesson
I know I said I quit
But the way I been putting in work?
Shit I need a vacation
For eternity
Earning the top spot
Is a shot in the dark
But I am
A top shot
Niggas provide beef
Preheat the stove
It got hot
Want burrito?
Flock to the crockpot

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)

Is this my style?
Is this my while?
Is it my child?
Am I vile?
Beneath the tiles?
Am I child?
Is this the wild?
Should I smile?
Should I file for taxes?
Or end the mother f*cking government?
Cuz it's your own body
You should govern it
Declare a covenant
Between you and order
To diminish what we call chaos
Most niggas don't read
In between lines
If life's not a game?
Then why they tryna play us
Like we're asses
If you're a mule
Then I'm a fool
War is fuel for the end
Peace is tool
For declaring new
Beginnings
I tried to tell friends
We could win together
But they rather play fortnite
All night
Alright
It's on sight
I'll take flights
Around what they
Believe to be a globe
Rubbing earlobe
Because it's comforting
A winter heating up in NY
Well bitch this must be the summer then

I'm yawning
Mowing the lawn
My woman's a jawn
And I know my peers are all snakes
That fake shit
Couldn't see
The twenty twenty me
Best believe you're outta luck
Like your winning number's
Twenty three
You scratch off
And You see
Thirty two
F*ck
Maybe in a world
Where you're dyslexic
You'll have better chances
Dancing with the devil
And she prancing
Hot as kettles
Men sin like it's our job
But Job kept Faith
Ironic I knew a hoe
By the same name
She f*cked two of my friends
I lost hope in women
Then Lynette
Came along
My heartbeat to the rhythm
Of a song
Like kick drums
When I think about her
Liquidate her
Like low prices
Is she the real deal
Feel teal
When I see her
Then I take flight
Comment on her photos
Every now and then
Hope our paths
Cross in reality
They just might
And we'll be friends

Happily ever after
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Writer: Zachary Hunter
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