Synthetic Cells
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โฑ๏ธ 2:56 duration
๐ ID: 15410996
๐ Lyrics
(Aye, aye)
These synthetic cells
I know my body like I don't know nobody else
Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail
And my skin turn chrome like a fairy tale
Touch down on earth, I'm in a train boutta derail
Feelin Whitney, feel like tron without his set of skills
I'm a puppet to my program like someone else
I'm boutta melt, I'ma fail, yuh
They won't think about it, they gon listen, make 'em rowdy, fuck it
I'ma lay a body on em, finally found my hobby
But y'all prolly call me trash, a lot of y'all think you could top me
But I'm climbin up the lobby 'gon look good from up above
I got love
I got love
I got love
I got love
Sick of the process, I wanna pause this shit
Before I drop out, drop top, pop and shit
For the pops and shit
For the crowd, run it back one time for the kids down south
And amoxicillin for the bands I pounce
I want out
I want out
I want out
I want out, this fucking skin, it's been creepin in and in
And I'm finally feelin thinner than I was before
Announce a simple sin and I'm out
I got no weight on my belt
I know I said I'd be down, well no more
These synthetic cells
I know my body like I don't know nobody else
Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail
And my skin turn chrome
But I'm blessed, hell
I'm the illest rapper on the west hill
Pest, kill
When I run my lines I got the best feel
Yeah, still, I ain't put out music since like last year
Testing my patience I ain't waitin that's a mass tear
(Woah) Woah
Tommy gon' rock on the boat
Told me to properly pose
Top of the game in a coat
Care for me and my post though
Carefully like I wrote home
Care to see what I don't know
Curtesy of my rose
Slow me down, know it sounds off
Lead me back to my body
I'm hoping you find me there
These synthetic cells
I know my body like I don't know nobody else
Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail
And my skin turn chrome like a fairy tale
Touch down on earth, I'm in a train boutta derail
Feelin Whitney, feel like tron without his set of skills
I'm a puppet to my program like someone else
I'm boutta melt, I'ma fail, yuh
They won't think about it, they gon listen, make 'em rowdy, fuck it
I'ma lay a body on em, finally found my hobby
But y'all prolly call me trash, a lot of y'all think you could top me
But I'm climbin up the lobby 'gon look good from up above
I got love
I got love
I got love
I got love
These synthetic cells
I know my body like I don't know nobody else
Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail
And my skin turn chrome like a fairy tale
Touch down on earth, I'm in a train boutta derail
Feelin Whitney, feel like tron without his set of skills
I'm a puppet to my program like someone else
I'm boutta melt, I'ma fail, yuh
They won't think about it, they gon listen, make 'em rowdy, fuck it
I'ma lay a body on em, finally found my hobby
But y'all prolly call me trash, a lot of y'all think you could top me
But I'm climbin up the lobby 'gon look good from up above
I got love
I got love
I got love
I got love
Sick of the process, I wanna pause this shit
Before I drop out, drop top, pop and shit
For the pops and shit
For the crowd, run it back one time for the kids down south
And amoxicillin for the bands I pounce
I want out
I want out
I want out
I want out, this fucking skin, it's been creepin in and in
And I'm finally feelin thinner than I was before
Announce a simple sin and I'm out
I got no weight on my belt
I know I said I'd be down, well no more
These synthetic cells
I know my body like I don't know nobody else
Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail
And my skin turn chrome
But I'm blessed, hell
I'm the illest rapper on the west hill
Pest, kill
When I run my lines I got the best feel
Yeah, still, I ain't put out music since like last year
Testing my patience I ain't waitin that's a mass tear
(Woah) Woah
Tommy gon' rock on the boat
Told me to properly pose
Top of the game in a coat
Care for me and my post though
Carefully like I wrote home
Care to see what I don't know
Curtesy of my rose
Slow me down, know it sounds off
Lead me back to my body
I'm hoping you find me there
These synthetic cells
I know my body like I don't know nobody else
Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail
And my skin turn chrome like a fairy tale
Touch down on earth, I'm in a train boutta derail
Feelin Whitney, feel like tron without his set of skills
I'm a puppet to my program like someone else
I'm boutta melt, I'ma fail, yuh
They won't think about it, they gon listen, make 'em rowdy, fuck it
I'ma lay a body on em, finally found my hobby
But y'all prolly call me trash, a lot of y'all think you could top me
But I'm climbin up the lobby 'gon look good from up above
I got love
I got love
I got love
I got love
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:21.16] (Aye, aye)
[00:22.43] These synthetic cells
[00:24.03] I know my body like I don't know nobody else
[00:26.74] Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
[00:29.57] Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail
[00:32.46] And my skin turn chrome like a fairy tale
[00:35.29] Touch down on earth, I'm in a train boutta derail
[00:37.98] Feelin Whitney, feel like tron without his set of skills
[00:40.93] I'm a puppet to my program like someone else
[00:43.76] I'm boutta melt, I'ma fail, yuh
[00:45.60] They won't think about it, they gon listen, make 'em rowdy, fuck it
[00:48.47] I'ma lay a body on em, finally found my hobby
[00:51.08] But y'all prolly call me trash, a lot of y'all think you could top me
[00:53.81] But I'm climbin up the lobby 'gon look good from up above
[00:56.97] I got love
[00:59.70] I got love
[01:02.35] I got love
[01:05.14] I got love
[01:08.15] Sick of the process, I wanna pause this shit
[01:09.87] Before I drop out, drop top, pop and shit
[01:11.27] For the pops and shit
[01:11.84] For the crowd, run it back one time for the kids down south
[01:13.77] And amoxicillin for the bands I pounce
[01:15.17] I want out
[01:16.58] I want out
[01:18.03] I want out
[01:19.43] I want out, this fucking skin, it's been creepin in and in
[01:22.28] And I'm finally feelin thinner than I was before
[01:25.26] Announce a simple sin and I'm out
[01:27.12] I got no weight on my belt
[01:28.57] I know I said I'd be down, well no more
[01:31.02] These synthetic cells
[01:32.46] I know my body like I don't know nobody else
[01:35.00] Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
[01:38.17] Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail
[01:40.73] And my skin turn chrome
[01:42.56] But I'm blessed, hell
[01:43.56] I'm the illest rapper on the west hill
[01:45.61] Pest, kill
[01:46.39] When I run my lines I got the best feel
[01:48.43] Yeah, still, I ain't put out music since like last year
[01:51.32] Testing my patience I ain't waitin that's a mass tear
[01:54.27] (Woah) Woah
[01:54.92] Tommy gon' rock on the boat
[01:56.33] Told me to properly pose
[01:58.14] Top of the game in a coat
[01:59.23] Care for me and my post though
[02:01.09] Carefully like I wrote home
[02:02.49] Care to see what I don't know
[02:03.89] Curtesy of my rose
[02:05.96] Slow me down, know it sounds off
[02:10.36] Lead me back to my body
[02:13.53] I'm hoping you find me there
[02:16.64] These synthetic cells
[02:18.14] I know my body like I don't know nobody else
[02:21.02] Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
[02:23.87] Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail
[02:26.68] And my skin turn chrome like a fairy tale
[02:29.50] Touch down on earth, I'm in a train boutta derail
[02:32.14] Feelin Whitney, feel like tron without his set of skills
[02:35.20] I'm a puppet to my program like someone else
[02:38.07] I'm boutta melt, I'ma fail, yuh
[02:39.96] They won't think about it, they gon listen, make 'em rowdy, fuck it
[02:43.17] I'ma lay a body on em, finally found my hobby
[02:45.27] But y'all prolly call me trash, a lot of y'all think you could top me
[02:48.13] But I'm climbin up the lobby 'gon look good from up above
[02:50.90] I got love
[02:54.53] I got love
[02:55.40] I got love
[02:55.92] I got love
[02:56.13]
[00:22.43] These synthetic cells
[00:24.03] I know my body like I don't know nobody else
[00:26.74] Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
[00:29.57] Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail
[00:32.46] And my skin turn chrome like a fairy tale
[00:35.29] Touch down on earth, I'm in a train boutta derail
[00:37.98] Feelin Whitney, feel like tron without his set of skills
[00:40.93] I'm a puppet to my program like someone else
[00:43.76] I'm boutta melt, I'ma fail, yuh
[00:45.60] They won't think about it, they gon listen, make 'em rowdy, fuck it
[00:48.47] I'ma lay a body on em, finally found my hobby
[00:51.08] But y'all prolly call me trash, a lot of y'all think you could top me
[00:53.81] But I'm climbin up the lobby 'gon look good from up above
[00:56.97] I got love
[00:59.70] I got love
[01:02.35] I got love
[01:05.14] I got love
[01:08.15] Sick of the process, I wanna pause this shit
[01:09.87] Before I drop out, drop top, pop and shit
[01:11.27] For the pops and shit
[01:11.84] For the crowd, run it back one time for the kids down south
[01:13.77] And amoxicillin for the bands I pounce
[01:15.17] I want out
[01:16.58] I want out
[01:18.03] I want out
[01:19.43] I want out, this fucking skin, it's been creepin in and in
[01:22.28] And I'm finally feelin thinner than I was before
[01:25.26] Announce a simple sin and I'm out
[01:27.12] I got no weight on my belt
[01:28.57] I know I said I'd be down, well no more
[01:31.02] These synthetic cells
[01:32.46] I know my body like I don't know nobody else
[01:35.00] Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
[01:38.17] Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail
[01:40.73] And my skin turn chrome
[01:42.56] But I'm blessed, hell
[01:43.56] I'm the illest rapper on the west hill
[01:45.61] Pest, kill
[01:46.39] When I run my lines I got the best feel
[01:48.43] Yeah, still, I ain't put out music since like last year
[01:51.32] Testing my patience I ain't waitin that's a mass tear
[01:54.27] (Woah) Woah
[01:54.92] Tommy gon' rock on the boat
[01:56.33] Told me to properly pose
[01:58.14] Top of the game in a coat
[01:59.23] Care for me and my post though
[02:01.09] Carefully like I wrote home
[02:02.49] Care to see what I don't know
[02:03.89] Curtesy of my rose
[02:05.96] Slow me down, know it sounds off
[02:10.36] Lead me back to my body
[02:13.53] I'm hoping you find me there
[02:16.64] These synthetic cells
[02:18.14] I know my body like I don't know nobody else
[02:21.02] Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells
[02:23.87] Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail
[02:26.68] And my skin turn chrome like a fairy tale
[02:29.50] Touch down on earth, I'm in a train boutta derail
[02:32.14] Feelin Whitney, feel like tron without his set of skills
[02:35.20] I'm a puppet to my program like someone else
[02:38.07] I'm boutta melt, I'ma fail, yuh
[02:39.96] They won't think about it, they gon listen, make 'em rowdy, fuck it
[02:43.17] I'ma lay a body on em, finally found my hobby
[02:45.27] But y'all prolly call me trash, a lot of y'all think you could top me
[02:48.13] But I'm climbin up the lobby 'gon look good from up above
[02:50.90] I got love
[02:54.53] I got love
[02:55.40] I got love
[02:55.92] I got love
[02:56.13]