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graymatter (producer) - glenlivit lyrics

[intro: chuck strangers]
yo, yo
yo

[verse 1: chuck strangers]
only once i had the pump in my hand, won’t do it again
cherish every drop til the bottle end
they say it’s mine, i ain’t holding it for no friend
reminding you this world is frigid, what you get and how you live it
water and glenlivit, either way you feel the spirit instructing you to get it
who wanna be an un+fly peon? one name like neon chain
day to day, out the way tryna get this silver ball through the maze
i felt joy, i know pain, all i can do is maintain
focus on my breathing through the day
no n+gga can get me hot to feel a way, this that throwback to alizé
n+ggas lost lives in front buildings we can’t smoke in front of
roll a blunt up, i’m in the ‘getting high’ moods
f+ck brews or hеaring what i can’t do
n+ggas moving in with bigger plans, peep the ufo
shining when it lands, see you madе it past the parkway
where the dogs lay, the block hot all day
it’s why i’m waiting in the hallway, skunk my bag out and peep my garments
‘member couldn’t rack or ribs stop me
for me and probably, still they kicked us out the f+ckin’ lobby
granted, n+ggas know my body
whole different type of n+gga+rish, hour later we was in this b+tch
[chorus: chuck strangers & fly anakin]
just reminding you this world is frigid, what you get and how you live it (sh+t, n+gga)
water and glenlivit, either way you feel the spirit instructing you to get it (n+gga)
either way you feel the spirit instructing you to get it

[verse 2: fly anakin]
yeah
water and plant living, n+gga get it
the last thing on my mind is an image
“he’s a menace” what the b+tch said
i was short at the six flags, bad
hype limits in shortage and dead
you was creeping with them b+tches, my momma was tryna lead us
ass speaking to the devil, i forgave him for a season pass
a couple months fast forward, smoking cannabi’ noise
wait, was late, what’s the story? i’m too high for this
we was in the bas+m+nt getting head by the vikings n sh+t
what kind of life is mine? the ’40 by the nike sign
i find torn, the facial features, b+tch keep the mic online
i’m on my iceberg, it’s hard not to cop first
catch me when you run out, i’ll be there with some nice words
the fight stirred from n+ggas hanging
i was chilling, minding my lil business, taking the fool
they in them feelings
hint hint, that ain’t a living
boys eating d+ck like it’s fair fact, that’s weird
how you gon’ live after?
i’m here faster but they still in the rear; backed up
it ain’t my fault n+ggas passed you up
sh+t, you ain’t fast enough, lost you in the angel dust, there’s dangerous
used to love the fuss turned curse words to bub’ bust
n+ggas know what’s up, feed rednecks til fudd rucks
what the f+ck? (what the f+ck?)
yeah

- graymatter producer lyrics

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