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stormitive - continue? lyrics

[intro]
there’s no time to wait, there’s no time to wait

[verse]
i am just making these lyrics, much less time on the beats
like you sip and it’s weak, but it’s cool, just you see
i’ve got time to progress with the bars, cuz the beast
part is not the vibes yet, but the vibes i ingest
and invent. might switch then with the best wreckless grip
hope it’s not just me hobby, having pre-meeting lobbies
would deplete and undrop me. i’d be under the rockies
the calendar’s in octaves. from reality, be not saved
take the good with the bad, ok? it’s mad gray
or if your flavor is denial, then live that way
it’s the flavor of the month 12 months of the year
but from what i hear, it causes cancer and sh-t
they say everything does, so i everything spit
gee whiz, i hope this music brings you a boatload of pleasure
i’m rhyming in the deep end, yet your toes are no wetter
do not feel a need to blush about things that bring you pleasure
n-body needs to deny themselves the pursuit of pleasure. look
if pleasure is all we have…would you be mad?
just don’t rage quit, continue and make those funny faces
faces on the dollar, faces on the cash
the beautiful face you make when your soul’s about to crash
don’t ask me why i see so much beauty in despair
anyway, who cares? you can see it if it’s there
beauty, beauty, beauty, beauty, beauty, it’s truthfully
hard to make nothing out of something when the shooter’s weak
don’t look at me, man, i don’t erase life of any kind
well, i just k!lled the beat, so whatever, never mind
oh f-ck, i forgot, man, that beat is abiotic
emotional, yes, but emotions are like vomit
they come from life but they don’t even possess it
they both can have spite and they both can wreck sh-t
they come out of your mouth and can gross people out
ew why do you like me? ugh!
staring at me, beady eyes, lookin like a bug
the only way i’m like a bug is in that i am naked
that’s a metaphor for my heart, my d-ck is not display-ed
i’ve got enough fashion for myself, can’t be your agent
plus i’m so d-mn special that i’m now in your playlist
so my fashion wouldn’t suit you, lookin like a tattoo
covering you up but they never really match you
sometimes a great shirt makes a great tank
then the tank shoots the bars, take the bars to the bank
you already know that the bars make bank these days
kids want their cheap drinks, they can have it their way
i’ll be chillin out, boolin, posted at the crib
doubloons and good people, b-tch, you know what it is
i just listen to rap and think about matching the quality
look at art and imagine more tattoos
look at my creations and i see you and me
so i’d good-better-best continue to live, too!
to win you and grin through the literal sins, fool
it’s simple, your icicles are melting like you’re hot, but we been cool

- stormitive lyrics

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