huon - stay woke (freestyle) lyrics
shroomies with some ringwald, sir i mix a lot of drugs
baby got back to yelling at me that i’m not enough
obvious behaviour pertaining to what a thottie does
molly-dust craver a raver with total strangers
in back of a back alley with smack in a packed saddy they racking up crack stacking up tracks on your rack, sally
self-respect is rare and i myself do lack a lot of it
one of few people in this world who can acknowledge it
wave to your fine mother, pray to divine structures
an alien mind baby, i’m wavy as five ushers
like, the singer? right-swipe on tinder with light fight the sinners that might bite our dinners
thought we had some magic, turned out you were the trick
i thought it was real when it wasn’t, you illusionist b-tch
you elusive as sh-t, boy i fell stupid as sh-t
while you were using abusing consuming lucifer’s d-ck
wanna know the gruesomest bit?
i still love you. call right now i still come through. still f-ck you
still kiss you in your mouth
have a meltdown and break all of the pictures in your house
man i’m so wrong, hold on
big bro’s glock got five bodies like it’s voltron
he in the system, it’s penitentiary rules
and shoutout all my g’s from elementary school
or primary, lie buried within the library i carry weapons; machetes
you even die scary
this go from small clout brawl, to all-out war, to fallout 4
and defcon 8, section 8
plates, send them straight in my direction mate
resonate
let it resonate x2
never fake, we were never fake, we was always real
prime jet-fighter bomb your city with the overk!ll
big strap, look like a makita, yeah you know the drill
i just smacked that -ss she looking at me like you know it’s real
can you tell me any aussie rapper that you know this real?
no you don’t. back on “comatose” i had a line about an overdose
but mac and peep died now i don’t think that what i wrote is dope
holy moly holy smokes, hallelujah holy ghost
shoutout folks in holyoake, i can punch like holyfield
and 360 in a 360, bro you know the deal
rappers label slaves, i’m chugging haterade
no respect unless you’re big drake jay or wayne, dre or pain, chief keef or andre 3k
industry the enemy illuminati three-ways
i been low on money got me dressing like an eshay but he paid in three days…. (trails off)
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