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pat app - spirit bombs lyrics

[intro]
we out here chuckin’ spirit bombs my nigga
uh, uh
y’all ain’t ready for the bars though
uh, uh
y’all ain’t ready for the bars though
uh, uh
yo

[verse]
young alchemist all my blessing i’m counting em
7 chakras i’m balancing teaching my peoples how to win
broke college kid nothing in my account til i dug in my
soul and found i had gold by the pound then i was rich
moms proud she just worried about the style i live
lsd in my mouth riding round with my niggas lighting piff
we all bound to sin, keep it blunt tell you how it is
even preachers get down with it bless me like i got allergens
bouta get down to biz, ooo this shit groovy
better pray ya girl ain’t listening to me
young nigga poppin’ off like uzis
tweet my snapchat she’ll send me nudies
i can turn ya keeper to my groupy
i done came up from them days
when girls was chasing me at school raging with cooties
teacher teacher save me from the booty
wonder when them tables started moving
suddenly i’m trynna get em to me learn to stay up on my grooming
watching game they spit in movie, that never quite worked for me
nerdy nigga thankfully i learned that i could make these beats
skinny boy flexin’ like i’m hercules
snappin’ like a southern preacher
when it’s easter, jesus i don’t even need a church to preach
what my ego need some work but see its hard to keep it quiet
when it keeps the fire burning b
so let me carry on, super saiyan spirit bombs
got that juice like barry bonds
knock em out the park nigga very far
all for the love of creating music, i’ll school em
aligned with my purpose just the sun earth and moon
to a night time observer looking for proof of a lunar eclipse
take the light and dark and we fuse em
influences, vary from malcom x to confucius
i’m seeking truth splitting reality from illusion
the movement, sparking this consciousness revolution
don’t know my roots but i be speaking this rap tongue fluent

[chorus]
spitting this shit with the gift of the gab
pretty d-mn sick with the pen and the pad
fly as a pigeon, lit as a match
who in the hell is this nigga pat app
that three eyed, black skinned, gold souled
rhyme slayer out here waking the people up to the light nigga
spitting this shit with the gift of the gab
pretty d-mn sick with the pen and the pad
fly as a pigeon, lit as a match
who in the hell is this nigga pat app
that three eyed, black skinned, gold souled
rhyme slayer out here waking the people up to the light nigga

[outro]
waking people up to the light nigga
waking people up to the light nigga
gotta see with three eyes nigga
i’m nice nigga

- pat app lyrics

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