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fear the white noise - moon shoes lyrics

[verse 1: fear the white noise]
white noise i’m up next
get high from the stress
you hide from success
while i light up the gazettes
ya tracks are flat like galette
sweet and fake as cupcakes
gotta b+tch with eyes like a sunset
dime looking fine in her sundress
and i bounce like moon shoes, down to move through
ounces of loud, making sounds like voodoo
you sound too hopeful ’til you found my vocals
burning down crowds in acapulco
just a loco local out the looney bin
making moody hits to grip a bougie b+tch
little bit pretentious, stimulate ya senses
hindеring defenses, no attеmpt to be relentless
organoleptic scores stored in my rest been
better pour antiseptic spores, short out electrics
reporting no respite, born to be hectic
wh0res h++rding for neckless, pour some boredom for breakfast
keep my beverage chilled as the weather reveals
i’ll forever be ill, i’m the nether distilled
by a heavenly mixture of bliss and whiskey
dash a torment torrents, glimpse eclipse of misery
ya b+tch wanna kiss me, showed up to clip knees
staples in my clenched fist, angel with the clipped wings
indents in ya flesh, tears in ya thin skin
pendants on my neck just wearing it is bending
my f+cking spine, got scoliosis
like spitting dip on lionesses
my f+cking rhymes are only dope if
i rip this sh+t ’til my eyes are rested
tryna cop a view? never stop the fumes
yall some sloppy copies for a c+ck or two
my flows as dope as a nose of heroin
or in the veins ’til you hit the gates, of the seraphim
yall just methadone that’s why ya lesser known
f+ck tracks you couldn’t rap on a metronome
rapping so cold, make ya f+ckin head explode
kick down the door to the morgue
and yell “guess whos home!”
[chorus: fear the white noise]
tying up my jordan’s, i am out of orbit
high enough, i’m soaring, vibing and i’m formless
check the weather, raining cheddar
brake chase to cruise
looking dumb hot, need some sun block
when i put on my moon shoes

tying up my jordan’s, i am out of orbit
high enough, i’m soaring, vibing and i’m formless
check the weather, raining cheddar
brake chase to cruise
looking dumb hot, need some sun block
when i put on my moon shoes

[verse 2: chegesoc]

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