Circle Back
Back Alley Sound
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Watch me turn any song I'm on to Pompeii Water to Bombay, basic broads to Beyoncés A seance to small talk then take the Swamp Thing for a spa day I'm in it for the long haul, leave 'em with the long face Lawbreaking, flambé another hot take I need mad props and a cross fade Y'all shoulda kicked rocks when you waltzed in You call it balling, I call it blasé Whipping the cauldron, squad is a blockade Lucy like blockhead, can't even talk straight All in my chakras, f*ck is a drop date Walked in a prophet, walked out with one made Hit a square in the stairwell and hit the stage in a bear pelt, say your farewells - bye bitch Pray tell, why do y'all take L's while I get a face card and an ace dealt - priceless Truthfully I'm the coolest loser you'll ever meet If you trying to represent the renaissance you need to check with me They circle back like head over heels My rock bottom's a glass ceiling, for real If you've been plotting on a jackpot, I can cut you a deal I keep three eyes on the road, no hands on the wheel Half-alive and swinging by like a brick through a window Sick puppy, sour honey, scribble hymns out for your kinfolk They'll write "heaven-sent and hellbound" on my headstone My deathbed is a desk chair, only getting fresh air working to the bone Rock a bandstand or your bandwidth I was branded outlandish Treating cribs like kingdoms and airwaves like a canvas Wrote my stanzas famished, reached Treasure Planet by public transit I'll take my chances; my enchantress: face on the granite Understand if I'm giving up the upper hand, it's a knuckle sandwich Do damage, get a room with a vantage Now be a lamb and get vanquished Make some noise for the case and point: yes, I am that dude Your verses are the wrong kind of dense if you think they feel that, dude Cause you got Genius on your phone, I just keep mine in my tone When I create, I destroy; I just can't leave well enough alone, I know From the stained glass to the stucco, I was on the cusp, I was in the cut like blood flow I was coming up so gung-ho; goosebumps when I run amok, turn a function to a f*ck show It's go time till the bovines come home, slow ride to a goal line I wrote No time for the rat race there's a gold mine between backstage and the front row They circle back like head over heels My rock bottom's a glass ceiling, for real If you've been plotting on a jackpot, I can cut you a deal I keep three eyes on the road, no hands on the wheel Half-alive and swinging by like a brick through a window Sick puppy, sour honey, scribble hymns out for your kinfolk They'll write "heaven-sent and hellbound" on my headstone My deathbed is a desk chair, only getting fresh air working to the bone HEY Bada duh duh duh duh duh duh Bada duh duh duh duh duh duh Bada duh duh duh duh duh duuuh Half-alive and swinging by like a brick through a window Sick puppy, sour honey, scribble hymns out for your kinfolk They'll write "heaven-sent and hellbound" on my headstone My deathbed is a desk chair, only getting fresh air working to the Only getting fresh air working to the Only getting fresh air working to the
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