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lil terrestrial & sodi - seasonal lyrics

seasonal lyrics
[verse 1]
icicles drop, boy, look where you tread
got the red dot aimed right at your head
glock bout to pop, boy, f+ck what you said
bow on the box, i’m up in the presidential suite
f+ck what you mean, yeah, look where i be
i’m on the tv, b+tch, you lookin’ sleazy, b+tch
i might just pull your ass down to your knees and sh+t (uh)

[chorus]
rainbows on a cloudy day (on a cloudy day)
snow falls, let it fly away (fly away)
night calls, what a strange array (so very strange)
though it seems nothing truly stays (nothing ever truly stays)

[bridge]
shimmering, shimmering
glittering, glittering
ice, ice
uh, uh
shimmering, shimmering
glittering, glittering
ice, ice
uh, uh
shimmering, shimmering
glittering, glittering
ice, ice
uh, uh
shimmering, shimmering
glittering, glittering
ice, ice
uh, uh
one (one), two (two)
three (three), four (four)
i need some more
i need some sp+ce
i need some more
i need a place
i need some more
i need some more
i need some more
i need some…
i need some more
i need some sp+ce
i need some more
i need a place
i need some more
i need some more
i need some more
i need some…
i need some… uh
i need some… uh
i need some… nah
yeah, i need some… uh

[verse 2]
i ain’t got gonna stop at the red light (uh)
makin’ all my moves at the dead of night (uh)
and i got my blade like i’m meta knight (nah)
buy my girl a diamond, that’s a better life (uh)
driftin’ and slidin’ on icy roads
spillin’ cocoa all over my clothes
in the back seat, got a red nose
that’ll make them sleigh bells ring when that thing go
i’m up high, i’m the pilot
never stop, check the mileage
cut ’em up like a stylist
you not up, check the price tag
got you shakin’ when the night’s bad
turbulence with the backhand
big stage, where the mic stand?
put you back to sleep, got a nightcap
you say you clean, you ain’t right ’bout that
yeah, screenin’ calls, i don’t got time for the yip+yap
rockin’ the boat ’til it shakin’ off ice cap
flippin’ paper, green pages, got a nice stack
sick on the track, soundin’ like i just yacked
feel like a rich white man, swervin’ in the cadillac
i bring and i got it, run it up just to double back
never like the script, rewrote it just to get some slack
throwin’ big hits, never little jabs
sweet, sweet melodies, never bitter sap
try to x me like kennedy, i’m on another tab
chrome rims on the big ben only cost a couple grand
[outro]
rainbows on a cloudy day
snow falls, let it fly away
night calls, what a strange…

- lil terrestrial sodi lyrics

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