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torin frost - tip of the drip lyrics

tip of the drip

i took a trip cross the river of styx
i slipped in the water
didn’t shiver a bit
i got the curse of achilles
that’s why you feeling me spit
i’m real deal and phils going k!ll billy in the mix
i used to be chilly, making them flips
i had that to be real smelly
i could tell you some tips

poseidon with the drip
aphrodite with my lips
apollo with the poetry
apologies for this

no myth
i was really born and baby blue with no breath
i never touched elysium, i lingered in the mist
i saw the other side
i saw the light
& now i’m lit
i was just living in a trailer
now my suits got a tailor fit
thinking about sailing down south to whеre the gators live
maybе where they study ayurveda i’m debating it
everybody taste my fruits and tell me
“dog you making it!”
but when i got a bill spotify ain’t paying it
thats why i was weighing it
bagging it up, and slanging it
kiddin’, no i’m kiddin’, about kiddin’
i was living a little dangerous
i was chasing the dragon
now i’m finally taming it
obtaining the obtain+less
i knew how i pictured my life
so i painted it
athena with the way i create with the grace and patience
i’m hacking the mainframe
this is a fraction of my cadence
i’m cracking open the matrix
(wow)
i took a walk through the shadow of death
it reminds of the alleys where they battle with meth
one day i’ll have tef+lon on my chest
the grim reaper just waiting for me to miss up a step
i don’t kiss up i’m a bishop when i slide to the left
i hit the angle that these angels say i earned for myself
yeah i’m thankful for this fable but don’t play with my health
one day these pages gonna turn into wealth
i said these witches been getting wet
i’ve been making them melt
i said the shirts make of silk
hats made out of felt
i got jade on my neck
abalone on my belt
thank you pachamama oh for your silt
i said the tables ready to tilt
i’m built for the battle
i just was just born in burien not seattle
i’m strapping up my saddle
shining light on my shadow
just catch me in the meadow meditating by the mallow

catch me in the meadow meditating by the mallow
getting swooned by the swallows
not thinking bout’ tomorrow
got my feet sinking in the yarrow
& i’m feeling rooted like a taro every time i read taro
feeling like a barrel
floating down a waterfall into a pack of fertile
feline beeline straight like an arrow
a la tierra donde dicen dinero
ya tu sabes
every time i hear this sound
every time i hear this sound
i’m gone’ break it down
i said who+what+when+where+why
i said now
ready to rip it up
i get get down
from the front lines to the pow wow
i’m marrying the game
time to make my vows

i did a dance with the devil and found
my life is more bright
than just peddling pounds
any karmic debt
i’m settling now
i told my lady that i love her but i ain’t settling down
i’m setting sound now, i set the scale down, the tables been set, the kettles about to sound, i’m prepping this fennel with a pesto in a cleaver
in the garden with the meter my demeanor is off the meter now

- torin frost lyrics

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