odyss3y – time is power lyrics
[hook]
money is evil, and time is the power
the weasel wields the pen and starts to build up a tower
i blossom with all these flowers, when the sunlight finna shower
taste the victory, sweet and sour, feel my feelings every hour
money is evil, and time is the power
the weasel wields the pen and starts to build up a tower
i blossom with all these flowers, when the sunlight finna shower
taste the victory, sweet and sour, feel my feelings еvery hour
[verse i]
the man, the myth, its thе tale of odyss3y
the youngest prodigy to ever step foot as an anomaly
i spit em’ riddles, i fiddle for these viewers to figure out
the middle of the spectrum, leave a mark when my own sticker out
i left a role on my presence then blushed into creation
let my own soul and essence talk, within this small duration
just cause’ i’m young and asian, they assume i ain’t gon’ make it
but i’m still solving my equations, stop the belly+aching
[hook]
money is evil, and time is the power
the weasel wields the pen and starts to build up a tower
i blossom with all these flowers, when the sunlight finna shower
taste the victory, sweet and sour, feel my feelings every hour
money is evil, and time is the power
the weasel wields the pen and starts to build up a tower
i blossom with all these flowers, when the sunlight finna shower
taste the victory, sweet and sour, feel my feelings every hour
[verse ii]
i never try to be fly, i’m on that autopilot
the soul is brighter, cause’ the holy ghost is ultraviolet
the sound caves into it’s aura, so my own chime shall widen
so lemme make these new wave forms of my mind like poseidon
i’m always grateful for my food as i just start the dining
they try to take the pen, but i’ll still find my silver lining
i take my chance, i’ll make amends, for my own high inclining
start the advance, and start my writing, til’ i find defining
[hook]
money is evil, and time is the power
the weasel wields the pen and starts to build up a tower
i blossom with all these flowers, when the sunlight finna shower
taste the victory, sweet and sour, feel my feelings every hour
money is evil, and time is the power
the weasel wields the pen and starts to build up a tower
i blossom with all these flowers, when the sunlight finna shower
taste the victory, sweet and sour, feel my feelings every hour
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