bmr - topic - brainless as the tide rolls lyrics
(intro)
what, what, what
what, what, what
what, what
wha+what, what
what, what’s the word, what’s the word, what’s the+, what
what’s the+
huh, wha+what, what
(verse 1)
drinking beer and pop none of each are on the rocks
homie throwing up i’m eating nuggets staring through my locs
ain’t making money from my business in this shady business
i just might blow out my brains if what i make is never witnessed
(pew, pew)
never wearing reptile just to say i stand out
if i did it’d be because i like it, but i don’t though
f+ck the front row unless it’s in ae86, (yuh, yuh)
i’m zig zagging past you n+ggas women can’t touch this
(nah)
same jit with different vibes like 2k whatever
forever learning new sh+t with my foundation like iphones
used to rock like two tones, now i feel like deftones
once i leave this college sh+t i’m cruising like a thuggish bone
new zone, slow rhyming on this beat frozone
no clones to rip off of the rip off mr. unknown
(what, what, what)
white door to cover up the sound of bmr core
drop your ass on the church floor, n+gga b+tch more
(verse 2)
build a cross then listen to you just to sleep fast
attention span been getting worse compared to way way back
my brain lags as i get older and the days start to repeat
rather get mad then worry if music money makes me ten feet
(it don’t)
i switch up my sound so much but low pitch makes my soul itch
in a padded sp+ce since my august day so i couldn’t tell the difference
(what, what, what, what, what)
if i did this or i did that try my best to sing but i just rap
i dread life unlike the hive who lasts long with a state of mind
(oh what)
jay is a billionaire
(what)
kanye’s a billionaire
(oh yuh)
i’m not even close to there
(nah)
but do i for really care
(nah)
grew out the hair and facial hair like i just went arabic
i’m not in the burj, don’t have an urge cause i don’t got money like that to splurge
(oh yuh)
don’t wake up for church, matter of fact, f+ck your church
f+ck your life and f+ck your meaning y’all are the reason i got a ceiling
f+ck the politics and the optics i barely talk about any topic
i just want money and go on tour
simple as f+ck i have to do more
(yuh)
(outro)
(brainless+, brainless as the tide rolls)
yuh
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