Tekst piosenki
Where I’m growing on
When I’m growing on
These mourning sun this
Morning thought just
Made me low and fucking
Cliche
Here I’m throwing on
And I’m rolling on
These warning gun this
Warming doubt just
Made me go Fucking Cliche !
(Verse 1)
Twenty first century is hitting still i cliche !
When i’m with my paper and pen but i cliche !
Then i trouble my lobe to write sto-Ri-o- de jerio
To Tokyo i’m roaming for motivation
To go for free or 4-3-2-1 but i trip
Realize all i did is i cliche
Feels like i’m going down on my mind inclined thought got slipped
From every line to cherry wine i had on dinner time
To my bed slipping my vibe from head
Form a stagnate to keep away from the best on the west
I move to get the east
For what i did i get the bread with yeast
Black magic , White Priest , Jesus people , Dream a recess is all i need so peace to god and a piece of though is a wisdom bliss
Got quick before life stick a motherfucking dick and me another sucking ball prick
Hook
Verse 2
Wanna be a dark knight of this dark night following insomic dream i’m being patroling for thoughts Ressurection
I’m dreaming but got Inception
Living for a better Momentum
End up in situation of Memento
I’ve been in a Fight Club , All the nigh Pulp
Fiction got me straight fucking high up
Like the no light up in Shaw shank Redemption
I’m trapped on this Shutter Island of misconception
Rejection fucks , erection sucks , this happen enough bitch !
Spit the Pac hit , bizz is pocket , Kiss the classic shit I’m Rocky
Wanna lick diamond but i skipped the diving
Round around fucking around like I’ve been
Sucking this weed of cliche like some needle got pricked i never quit on some shit
A desert a eagle and splatter or evil
Weather illegal to set-a seed-of
Thought and a script of best they can ever have for any sequel
A region of reason like freedom of speech i deliver
With speed i paint this picture
And a color blind could see
I believe this cliche is just mixing
Puzzle you’re free to scribble it to get a figure
Hit em with drinks like i flip water in liquor
Drips of crimson oil from lips
I’m solving my style yes i was soft for a while
Now i’m revolving veil proportionally
Like i was selling mirror to blind a irony
But now i’m rewinding my rhymes my mind Finally
Destination hit haters cutting em diagonally
I’m raising my head when sky is limit bitch !
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