The Song With the Secret Name
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โฑ๏ธ 2:13 duration
๐ ID: 5611050
๐ Lyrics
One, two, one, two
My form weird, Bill Cartwright
Shit's real like the arc light
Do cartwheels on the dark side
Divide feels like apartheid
Runnin' 'til I Drop like The Pharcyde
My heart locked in a archive
The car's blocked, there's a rock slide
A large drop of peroxide, belly full of hot lies
Spinning Quelle Chris' Popeye
My head hard like the top of a pot pie
Be a fake king and show love with a hate stream
I sold drugs in a daydream
A home run or a late swing and I'm so stunned when I break things
I used to bomb with the zombies
I separated like the laundry
You can respond to the quandary
It's like Pac rocking with Jon B
The connection's beyond me
Close like your moms and your auntie
Or Busta and Spliff Star, no doubt that it hit hard
I wrote the bars in a grimoire
I broke it down like a foot fracture
I represent who I took after
I say eh like The Bushwhackers, yeah
I collect it all and said it again in a book chapter
I'ma collect all my raps and sell 'em again in a book, like that smart guy
In the meme, with the haircut, yeah
Prickly pear, I'm mentally on a leave
I'm up in the air, we live in the room between
We up in the walls, they say that we all a team
It's total recall, like in a free falling dream
About to begin, we in the deep end
I need a reprieve, I need a weekend
Not one to believe, but we can pretend
I haven't received, if you could resend
This is my week on, about to be gone and flew
The heavy feelings, can only speak on a few
The shit that they said, and even some more, is true
Supposed to move on, dunno what I'm 'posed to do
This ain't a boo-hoo, this ain't a lecture
This isn't a guess or some conjecture
I bought me some knives, I bought a zester
I need a new day, it's been forever
My form weird, Bill Cartwright
Shit's real like the arc light
Do cartwheels on the dark side
Divide feels like apartheid
Runnin' 'til I Drop like The Pharcyde
My heart locked in a archive
The car's blocked, there's a rock slide
A large drop of peroxide, belly full of hot lies
Spinning Quelle Chris' Popeye
My head hard like the top of a pot pie
Be a fake king and show love with a hate stream
I sold drugs in a daydream
A home run or a late swing and I'm so stunned when I break things
I used to bomb with the zombies
I separated like the laundry
You can respond to the quandary
It's like Pac rocking with Jon B
The connection's beyond me
Close like your moms and your auntie
Or Busta and Spliff Star, no doubt that it hit hard
I wrote the bars in a grimoire
I broke it down like a foot fracture
I represent who I took after
I say eh like The Bushwhackers, yeah
I collect it all and said it again in a book chapter
I'ma collect all my raps and sell 'em again in a book, like that smart guy
In the meme, with the haircut, yeah
Prickly pear, I'm mentally on a leave
I'm up in the air, we live in the room between
We up in the walls, they say that we all a team
It's total recall, like in a free falling dream
About to begin, we in the deep end
I need a reprieve, I need a weekend
Not one to believe, but we can pretend
I haven't received, if you could resend
This is my week on, about to be gone and flew
The heavy feelings, can only speak on a few
The shit that they said, and even some more, is true
Supposed to move on, dunno what I'm 'posed to do
This ain't a boo-hoo, this ain't a lecture
This isn't a guess or some conjecture
I bought me some knives, I bought a zester
I need a new day, it's been forever
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.15] One, two, one, two
[00:04.81] My form weird, Bill Cartwright
[00:07.26] Shit's real like the arc light
[00:09.39] Do cartwheels on the dark side
[00:11.26] Divide feels like apartheid
[00:13.39] Runnin' 'til I Drop like The Pharcyde
[00:15.77] My heart locked in a archive
[00:17.66] The car's blocked, there's a rock slide
[00:20.08] A large drop of peroxide, belly full of hot lies
[00:23.44] Spinning Quelle Chris' Popeye
[00:25.82] My head hard like the top of a pot pie
[00:28.53] Be a fake king and show love with a hate stream
[00:32.59] I sold drugs in a daydream
[00:34.47] A home run or a late swing and I'm so stunned when I break things
[00:38.74] I used to bomb with the zombies
[00:41.16] I separated like the laundry
[00:43.55] You can respond to the quandary
[00:45.34] It's like Pac rocking with Jon B
[00:47.71] The connection's beyond me
[00:49.67] Close like your moms and your auntie
[00:52.01] Or Busta and Spliff Star, no doubt that it hit hard
[00:55.57] I wrote the bars in a grimoire
[00:57.94] I broke it down like a foot fracture
[01:00.09] I represent who I took after
[01:02.12] I say eh like The Bushwhackers, yeah
[01:05.15] I collect it all and said it again in a book chapter
[01:08.83] I'ma collect all my raps and sell 'em again in a book, like that smart guy
[01:13.42] In the meme, with the haircut, yeah
[01:15.36] Prickly pear, I'm mentally on a leave
[01:18.27] I'm up in the air, we live in the room between
[01:21.16] We up in the walls, they say that we all a team
[01:24.11] It's total recall, like in a free falling dream
[01:27.08] About to begin, we in the deep end
[01:29.42] I need a reprieve, I need a weekend
[01:32.39] Not one to believe, but we can pretend
[01:35.34] I haven't received, if you could resend
[01:38.43] This is my week on, about to be gone and flew
[01:41.78] The heavy feelings, can only speak on a few
[01:44.50] The shit that they said, and even some more, is true
[01:47.30] Supposed to move on, dunno what I'm 'posed to do
[01:50.21] This ain't a boo-hoo, this ain't a lecture
[01:52.93] This isn't a guess or some conjecture
[01:55.62] I bought me some knives, I bought a zester
[01:58.61] I need a new day, it's been forever
[02:01.89]
[00:04.81] My form weird, Bill Cartwright
[00:07.26] Shit's real like the arc light
[00:09.39] Do cartwheels on the dark side
[00:11.26] Divide feels like apartheid
[00:13.39] Runnin' 'til I Drop like The Pharcyde
[00:15.77] My heart locked in a archive
[00:17.66] The car's blocked, there's a rock slide
[00:20.08] A large drop of peroxide, belly full of hot lies
[00:23.44] Spinning Quelle Chris' Popeye
[00:25.82] My head hard like the top of a pot pie
[00:28.53] Be a fake king and show love with a hate stream
[00:32.59] I sold drugs in a daydream
[00:34.47] A home run or a late swing and I'm so stunned when I break things
[00:38.74] I used to bomb with the zombies
[00:41.16] I separated like the laundry
[00:43.55] You can respond to the quandary
[00:45.34] It's like Pac rocking with Jon B
[00:47.71] The connection's beyond me
[00:49.67] Close like your moms and your auntie
[00:52.01] Or Busta and Spliff Star, no doubt that it hit hard
[00:55.57] I wrote the bars in a grimoire
[00:57.94] I broke it down like a foot fracture
[01:00.09] I represent who I took after
[01:02.12] I say eh like The Bushwhackers, yeah
[01:05.15] I collect it all and said it again in a book chapter
[01:08.83] I'ma collect all my raps and sell 'em again in a book, like that smart guy
[01:13.42] In the meme, with the haircut, yeah
[01:15.36] Prickly pear, I'm mentally on a leave
[01:18.27] I'm up in the air, we live in the room between
[01:21.16] We up in the walls, they say that we all a team
[01:24.11] It's total recall, like in a free falling dream
[01:27.08] About to begin, we in the deep end
[01:29.42] I need a reprieve, I need a weekend
[01:32.39] Not one to believe, but we can pretend
[01:35.34] I haven't received, if you could resend
[01:38.43] This is my week on, about to be gone and flew
[01:41.78] The heavy feelings, can only speak on a few
[01:44.50] The shit that they said, and even some more, is true
[01:47.30] Supposed to move on, dunno what I'm 'posed to do
[01:50.21] This ain't a boo-hoo, this ain't a lecture
[01:52.93] This isn't a guess or some conjecture
[01:55.62] I bought me some knives, I bought a zester
[01:58.61] I need a new day, it's been forever
[02:01.89]