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Xeal - Breeze Lyrics



Xeal - Breeze Lyrics




One tenth of a milligram
An ounce of this material would make a hundred and fifty thousand such doses (wow)
Let us observe the effects
We get it
We get it, we gotta go
Slepski
Yeah

Time has stopped (stopped)
Vignette and bowl of some butterscotch
A hunnid rocks kicked
Skipped across the pond
Flipped, and dropped upon the home atop the lawn
Dramatic cretin creepin' onto porch
Screamin' at demon, femur too weak to reach 'em
We seen the senile, we dipped
Dreamin' new miles, the nile
You in denial (yuh)
Court or field or floor, just give 'em sport
Damn and that kid with a arm cracked the
Bat, sent it past the grass
Way past the grass
Shut the f*ck up, made no keynote

I gotta present, press send
All of these women are heaven
Dressed in nothin' but nets, and
They want me to dunk on them
Yuh, I'm in a Space Jam
Lola go well with the Lucy, haste, damn
Juicy, taste, bam
She had been askin' to slam
I hit a grand, way past the grass
She ain't take no for an answer
We take 8 grams, landed south and
Dived right in, I can't feel my real face, oasis
Bass erased this (bass erased this)
F*ck the drums, clip art, bitcrush my perception
Good start, I'm bit stunned by Testing
I ain't 'bout no restin'
Yeah, yeah, no, no, nah
Psychosis for the night, got me feelin' kinda right
I feel like I'm in a dream
Inner thoughts are pulled ahead to see
Brain displayed to me, I rework the thing
Focus up and go to Ne

Full ten cents, headspin
Thin gin, full tent, bent
Men hit M, Preston
Impressed when film fin
Rims, tint, apendage on the pinnacle of the cartilage
Less tin, more low end on the cones in the
Doors that's on the head, whip
Bread split, glad to break the bread
With brothers, craftin', laughin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Can you feel the, can you feel the
Can you feel the breeze?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh, woah, woah
Yeah

I gotta delete everything
Cops find this, I ain't gon' be singin'
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One tenth of a milligram
An ounce of this material would make a hundred and fifty thousand such doses (wow)
Let us observe the effects
We get it
We get it, we gotta go
Slepski
Yeah

Time has stopped (stopped)
Vignette and bowl of some butterscotch
A hunnid rocks kicked
Skipped across the pond
Flipped, and dropped upon the home atop the lawn
Dramatic cretin creepin' onto porch
Screamin' at demon, femur too weak to reach 'em
We seen the senile, we dipped
Dreamin' new miles, the nile
You in denial (yuh)
Court or field or floor, just give 'em sport
Damn and that kid with a arm cracked the
Bat, sent it past the grass
Way past the grass
Shut the f*ck up, made no keynote

I gotta present, press send
All of these women are heaven
Dressed in nothin' but nets, and
They want me to dunk on them
Yuh, I'm in a Space Jam
Lola go well with the Lucy, haste, damn
Juicy, taste, bam
She had been askin' to slam
I hit a grand, way past the grass
She ain't take no for an answer
We take 8 grams, landed south and
Dived right in, I can't feel my real face, oasis
Bass erased this (bass erased this)
F*ck the drums, clip art, bitcrush my perception
Good start, I'm bit stunned by Testing
I ain't 'bout no restin'
Yeah, yeah, no, no, nah
Psychosis for the night, got me feelin' kinda right
I feel like I'm in a dream
Inner thoughts are pulled ahead to see
Brain displayed to me, I rework the thing
Focus up and go to Ne

Full ten cents, headspin
Thin gin, full tent, bent
Men hit M, Preston
Impressed when film fin
Rims, tint, apendage on the pinnacle of the cartilage
Less tin, more low end on the cones in the
Doors that's on the head, whip
Bread split, glad to break the bread
With brothers, craftin', laughin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Can you feel the, can you feel the
Can you feel the breeze?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh, woah, woah
Yeah

I gotta delete everything
Cops find this, I ain't gon' be singin'
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Writer: Alex Torres
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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