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Lost Blocks (feat. Elucid)

๐Ÿ‘ค billy woods โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Today, I Wrote Nothing โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:34
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โฑ๏ธ 2:34 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 2192190

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Walking these lost blocks, littered with bored cops
After the storm, old whores readjust teeth to adorn cock
$25 a pop, coarse hands
Chipped polish, do me a solid
Please don't pass it if it ain't exotic
I do thee admonish
Eyes onyx, wide with promise

Stepping careful, the floor's rotted
Heaven's stairwell, scent of urine lingers
Number one rap singer, what a humdinger
Sim simma
Elevated train sways, rolling tremor
They say my wave's different
No man safe from the tempest

Hang ten beeyotch
Me nah worry as the hour beckons
Born alone, die alone, not a call to check in
Precious metal squeezer, half-hearted believer
Plugged in the clogged arteries of Medina
Prepare a table for me in the presence of enemies
Redeye flight to Tel Aviv

Feta cheese, Olive plates, dirty grapes
Ornate plates and glass
My black ass here out on Sutter Ave
Film the police
Fuck his name, catching badge's digits
As they approach me in the park, I'm doing calisthenics
I answer Jake's question when my set's finished

Today, I wrote nothing
Stared at the page blunted
Light drizzle out crooked window
Sky, color of an old pistol
Alternate side parking
I didn't leave the apartment
Sent the neighbor's kid to the corner for parchments
Came back streaked with rain, keep the change

Secure top and bottom lock
Probably won't stop 'til he hit bottom rock
The best laid plans of mice and men
Hat in hand is how they often end
Orphaned, unfinished manuscripts
Rhyme books in a rubbish tin
Tray thick with twice-lit clips
Today, I wrote nothing

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:20.68] Walking these lost blocks, littered with bored cops
[00:23.30] After the storm, old whores readjust teeth to adorn cock
[00:26.75] $25 a pop, coarse hands
[00:28.75] Chipped polish, do me a solid
[00:30.65] Please don't pass it if it ain't exotic
[00:32.75] I do thee admonish
[00:34.48] Eyes onyx, wide with promise
[00:36.12] Stepping careful, the floor's rotted
[00:38.42] Heaven's stairwell, scent of urine lingers
[00:40.63] Number one rap singer, what a humdinger
[00:43.18] Sim simma
[00:44.33] Elevated train sways, rolling tremor
[00:46.80] They say my wave's different
[00:48.22] No man safe from the tempest
[00:49.43] Hang ten beeyotch
[00:50.98] Me nah worry as the hour beckons
[00:53.27] Born alone, die alone, not a call to check in
[00:56.25] Precious metal squeezer, half-hearted believer
[00:58.89] Plugged in the clogged arteries of Medina
[01:01.13] Prepare a table for me in the presence of enemies
[01:03.47] Redeye flight to Tel Aviv
[01:05.66] Feta cheese, Olive plates, dirty grapes
[01:08.35] Ornate plates and glass
[01:10.13] My black ass here out on Sutter Ave
[01:12.15] Film the police
[01:13.54] Fuck his name, catching badge's digits
[01:15.80] As they approach me in the park, I'm doing calisthenics
[01:18.76] I answer Jake's question when my set's finished
[01:22.24]
[01:39.87] Today, I wrote nothing
[01:41.91] Stared at the page blunted
[01:43.78] Light drizzle out crooked window
[01:45.95] Sky, color of an old pistol
[01:47.31] Alternate side parking
[01:49.53] I didn't leave the apartment
[01:51.21] Sent the neighbor's kid to the corner for parchments
[01:54.17] Came back streaked with rain, keep the change
[01:56.79] Secure top and bottom lock
[01:58.79] Probably won't stop 'til he hit bottom rock
[02:01.79] The best laid plans of mice and men
[02:04.22] Hat in hand is how they often end
[02:06.33] Orphaned, unfinished manuscripts
[02:08.48] Rhyme books in a rubbish tin
[02:10.45] Tray thick with twice-lit clips
[02:12.74] Today, I wrote nothing
[02:16.21]

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