Beautiful Bullshit

Duration

4:24

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Should i stay right here and succumb to fear or should i go down slow through the rabbit hole wonder what a lightyear feels to souls wonder what it might feel to get to roam on a different planet to get to landin have a hand in the planned expansion of human things useless things like trendy fashion and ruthless kings why the hell you think we do these things its, well familiar how we do these things do we know how to change, do we know how to turn the page? can we, maybe, coexist, am i crazy, or all we know is this? felix, so wise all truths no lies you claim you the shit if you say so fine talk is cheap i don't pay no mind hate doesn't leave my lips wastes my energy and tastes like shit real recognize real nigga catch my drift on the edge of great shown some love with a pinch a hate i can take it though tell my girl gotta take it slow tryna make the globe a better place to grow teach these niggas how a mkae a zone build la kingdom make it home not tryna boast but of all these people i deserve this most practice passion, make it habit practice laughing, make it a passion i got a cactus make you do backflips when the bat shit madness happens mescalito can free the people see the evil from the view of seagulls from above succumb to love, come to hugs and a bunch of buds i got a bunch of bugs that will up your buzz trust in us like i trust in love justin nuts to get the drug of lust fucking sluts to get just enough but I'ma switch it up and get rich as fuck and ima rip it up and get big as huh? get wit it bruh, you don't even know where i been at bruh where you been at son we about to take over the world whats a little sacrifice the shit we gave up wasn't as nice you aint get it yet nigga you aint askn right gotta make money that as a fact of life might as well take half the pie feed these niggas while walk bye on the back 9 chillen in palm springs feeln what ever the song brings sunny days palm trees old souls of a dying breed this beautiful bullshit is really the true shit we really the crew bitch we teaching to you kids what you were never taught before, truth hurts, i know like an open sore metaphors flow through my open pores got my own weed but I'm smoking yours and you smoking mine cuz we all one mind but i don't don't mind nope, we all one under one sun dope, we all run so we have fun oh, we awesome and we on some woah, blossom in a gotham choke from the smoke what it cost em not a boss but i grind like koston talk a lot but i know how to walk so i shine like the sox in boston boston, red socks on the way to L.a make a med stop why stop shooting when your read hot going hard in the paint thats the best spot I'm on some so, they wanna know what it cost em or if we can leave em in awe-some more, of course to me this is sport, the booth is the court i'm like the first time mike sagged his shorts tony hawk touched a board, simba roared nigga that's me, proof you can go where your eyes can't see you want to sit with a jedi, fine by me