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cmpnd - hindenburg lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
og [?] slippery slope [?]
places i go
paint a picture but i don’t move
still cold, move slow motion
movements proper slow with the loss of the plot
but roasting boofs is overdue
i know some loose hoes and local dudes but i don’t know you
most probably got some potions [?]
premonition, past visions i’m looking at
laid back, i does this
you ain’t puttin’ p+ssy on the chain, why, it’s such a shame
like, that ain’t my slang cause i ain’t local+born, [?]
your shorties can’t all+aboard, abort the mission
’cause she [?] to catch her as she plank+walking
i strap a jaffa cake got [?] like gaffer tape
i’m normally blazed, give me days to calibrate my thoughts again
know your place, you fools bеtray your little false name
you ain’t pulling wool ovеr the face, no way

[verse 2]
i’m making bangers like it’s nitroglycerin, hydro glistenin’, nice cold shimmerin’
stamp your crisps up into your carpet and strap your big spliffs that smell like an armpit
chat like your arm blood, you’re just harmless
i bring bad karma, call it cold wash and hard press
trying to be a charmer but your heart is best
but you weren’t blessed so i can’t process
i’ll kick you with your f+cking t++th, i’ll pick your bird
look, she’s a pickle feed that grinds on herbs
no, while i’m picking weed, grinding off my thoughts
micro+dots, with the lean and a bit of speed

you know, [?] low
if you ride like lightning, you’re gonna crash like thunder
and i’m not gonna let you bring this boat down

[verse 3]
yeah, i got an ego the size of the hindenburg
sittin’ and sip in the city, mixin’ the scripts that’s gonna get me turnt
if it’s flammable, i let it burn
left it amicably, no lessons learned
i straight hammered the beat, and the birds are all hanging out on the street on grey curbs
i ain’t perturbed by what you show me with your words
actions are the only currency with any worth
i tried acting all normal, get a job, stack and earn
tryna figure out which problem i could tackle first
jack of all trades, popping jills ’til i slur
and imma built my business from the dirt
i don’t wanna finish last, so i won’t stop
i’m real dog, so eventually i’ll be on top
couldn’t buy any less, but i keep the lot
couldn’t be any more stressed, and i keep it locked

[verse 4]
i shrug casually and ask “what’s the matter, love?”
everything is nothing, we’re just particles of dust
glorified mince+meat flavours fall from all these f+cked up forts
plus the baggage that we lock
a carnival of clowns, in the citadel of rough
you [?] seems hopeless, so we reachin’ for the drugs
live long, prosper, die in the rush
board another tree and record it by lost trust
let me leave a legacy, than strap me to a gurney
spit for [?] preserve these waters like taxidermy
same sh+t, different journey, ain’t conditions of comfort
fam scavenging scr+ps, rest in rags, ready to raid like the tuscans
drunkard stole all the beer from your fridge, flowing cold to the tundras
jump on the bandwagon, get left with punctures
chick wants to beat so she clutchin’ my trunks and

[verse 5]
yeah, i’m only jokin’
there’s no provokin’ here
some woke emotions turn to stone, that’s when you know it’s weird
the locomotives selling coke behind a frozen tear
you talk about me, but i’m only here
i’m only jokin’
i’m only pokin’ fun at what i’ve spoken
it doesn’t mean you have to run a phone [?] broken
it doesn’t mean you have to sit, justify my f+cking sh+t when you’ve been truffle+hunting round and dying for the fun of it
i’m not joking when i say i’ll poke your nose in
i’ll razorblade your throat and check if take+aways are open, like “what a creep”
rhymes sly like it wasn’t me
the chips are pricey but the triple+battered cod is free
i triple backflip onto butler beach
i swung fleece, and still i [?] rocking up the p+ssies on her feet
the [?] help me helicopter off police
i keep a soft mollusk in my pocket tryna dodge the feet

[verse 6]
no pesticides, if you rhymin’ so [?] organic
so every word deserves a purpose like a bible passage
i take the verse, extract the words ’til they’re pyschoactive
have it served to quench my thirst like the finest absinthe
then i search to come to terms with how my man be acting
in a flash, [?] up my synapses
you gettin’ gassed, i’m getting high until the sky collapses
you wanna thank, i got your back like i’m chiropractic
mustache is fat, like a forest not no side salad
when i burn that sh+t down, all i’m tapping’s white ashes
i’m making patterns out of waves like i’m [?]
sacred in a state, i circulate, served from rhyme savage
actions speak louder than words, check the dynamic
passion bleeds out, imma work, the hurt’s real graphic
i’m birthing illness out my brain, that’s psychosomatics
i got your mainframe shattered, here’s some fragments

[verse 7]
yeah, it’s [?] baby, i’ve been shouting, try and sauce me
lovely jumbly, couple fingers stuck up in a cuddly chubby
funny ’til it’s cummy, and it’s runnin’ down her mummy tummy
[?] i’m bugging and running from the cunning fuzzy
which way to slide, so my double+edged knife k!ll the pain
i ain’t been the same since touching the white, all right
i’m really nice when i’m stuck in default mode
but people wanna play it cold, so i’m speaking in bold
do what you’re told, babe, keep your p+ssy shaved and your toes painted
no ragin’ lately, there’s an addict with his soul flaming
better late than never, here forever, have her rap [?] feelings
[?] siblings
here for long now, so put your soggy phone down
runnin’ up with compounds to shed it on some [?]
fancy flannel [?] clowns actin’ like they got clout
how the f+ck you gonna boast now, if you’re not even hot in your hometown, wow

[verse 8]
[?] f+ck me [?]
[?]
strapping up a donk, chewing fungus and i’m off me nut
sailing [?], swing you overboard to feed the crocs and [?]
making a move i take a toll on everything your boss has got
[?], shut your gob and go up to the shop
i wanna eat [?]
take the [?], he’s the one who linked us n+ggas up
flaggin’ 616, [?]
always moving [?], f+ck a yankee, i’m a londoner
big ben, big ben, let me catch me that big ben
[?] passengers
[?] and these piggies won’t de+accelerate my stamina
[?] expected better raps, you’ll get a slap y’know
[?]

[outro]
all those f+cking pigs are coming after me, i wanna split out the back, i wanna go down to rotterdam and i wanna do that first national

i’m done
you’re f+cking done

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