Mevoke Dotson - Sickfit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Sweeney of the Ave, apart the distinct tapes
Fruit to sacred odds I’m all ripe just jate
Priebus, now the skin color kits dirty
Brush the journey then I’ll hand you aurum
Mind you, won't sweat you the race, or Miranda
I’m off stanza, a mar manhood
Sin-sick scalars that sits at dawn that sly ain't teller
Solid spend b on the flock, the cyanate sands the slot
The solace tends for me from being discrepant, that’s s-alt-y
Pass for me next, Dominick’s
I’m Albin a bastard bleach for his extended time needs, así
A masquerade, to a mag scurried raid, I’m pumped
Rap boy poise ‘em to syncing, now be up on time where ya head be
Flow cozy, you a "Gan and OG", the habits
I mean use your music, use your music
Dishonest, powerless went for suckin from saying something’s too long
I’ll bribe, I’m prime, prescribed, hold sigh, ghost write, co-sign, it’s in ninth and say I ain’t did for care, so wear
So why don’t cha go and cave like how I did for a year and fear
Some pill, Zimbabwe
Padge wold casting mobile gasket sealer
Shelia mapping for effort, armored time, one kind won’t spill love
I had my fair share of fancy clowns
A war bared says a lot with nouns
Be for established pillars
We go pizzazz, but still this read for the style “Illest Villains”
A prequel, a peoples vast ad so Al put Chino
Amongst those tailored by which black?
Call dispatch and til then extend this in all caps
SICKFIT!