Lyrics:
the warm
Soil and the flowers which dance in the wind
Hearing songs of birds above me
The sun protecting me
Under the soil I lay still
Under the soil I lay
Come on
I was born in 95
I'm still looking for my way
In the middle of the night
When they go to sleep I stay awake
My neighbors think I'm the crazy
A tree always weathers a storm
Dances with the wind and it's solid in its form
Held by its roots, it's got nothing to prove
Soft and strong, reflects
its hands
Follow every step being swayed by its dance
Outcome always same, nigga tell me what's the root
I am not a judge, but I'm not oblivious
a heat like that
Corona tequila sunrise, we dance in the middle of the night
By the beach, by the pool, everywhere, yeah we call it
Beach Summer Vibe
Beach
cause
Keep rising in your truth
You're shining like the marigolds
Keep strengthening your roots
Celebrations come in waves
And in the end, she couldn't
Brace Yourselves
I am the hottest in the room
Right!
The GaWD
Uh
Right!
You never met a bitch this fly
Took you by surprise
Ain’t a minute in
got me ducking on public
31 who my moves number stunna draft pick
Rather dance on video then documented cage by 12 sick
Carried in dropped what I stand
dance with the devil (yeah)
Anyways (yeah), gotta keep my hands on the metal (yeah, ooh)
Got a Glock on both hips, bitch, I'm Malcolm in the middle (uh,
on and on she'll never stop
its party time an she wants to rock
one by one her buttons drop
little wiggle in the middle
no more top
the bassline (THUMPS), rita jumps
you call
Why didn't you break it off
Why didn't I know
Given the chance
Would you wanna dance
In the middle of the road
Could you stand and still laugh
feeling you
I heard the beat dropped in the middle of the dance floor
Seen this little Mami, she was dancing my way
Everything stopped in the middle
Six long months I spent in quincy
Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball
I stepped out and I stepped in again
I stepped out and I stepped in again
I
oil
For I'm part of the world
And rivers flow in me
Digging in my bones
Nobody is free
'Till she spreads her wings
And flies alone
Embraced by the roots
you owe me to somebody
Then they'll leave you beneath
People go crazy when they feel me
In the Middle East they drill me
If you let your guard down
Then
Went by our old house a little while ago
Nothing but a mailbox
And weeds were growing
Rusted red swing swaying in the breeze
Handprints in
Stuck in the middle of Little Foot
And a Sharptooth
Madonna wanna be
Honestly just a cartoon
Let's play that game on our belly
Where we draw secrets
cola
I'm just practice posing face is shaded in black
Is dominating as my color the massive attack
Right now I hit it kick it flow smooth hit middle
Ridin' with my brother's in an F-150
Sorry if I'm off I'm really fuckin' tipsy
Four by four with some big ole' titties
Kenwood's bumping and I'm
interruptions
Rusted in the aqueducts, forgotten, water turn to rust
So watch out for the blow combust cause they gon turn you into dust
Red light pass cold
by nature's author
A floral figure born from the fauna, here no longer
Had she lost her way Dived too deep submerged in her work
Or maybe did she take
the stars with vertigo
And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to darker sides
A glimpse
In the early Spring time while I'm daydreaming
Thoughts arrive
Entirely focused on your royalty
Citrine by design
Alloy of make and believe for me
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
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