Got it off the strength love
Over indulged in the fudge
Cold shoulder shrugs in the midnight lust
In Allah we trust
Pen strike the conglomerate
Insight from the modest men
Pettiness blood splattered
Martyred kin
Spread across the chartered thin
Dotted lines
Hit the hesi, hand in my face
Shit nothing but net
Sweat beads shine like the Rhinestone Cowboy
Young boul sipping grape drink
Pretending it was wine
So Malfoy
Rugged spitting metamorphic heat rock
Extending raw vernacular
For all my friends and actors uh
Chatter behind the backs
But in person wouldn't want to see 'em
In the rappers pub
Midnight wax dripped on the blazer
Shared exclusive through the poets guild
Slow to brew the Foldgers
Spill it down the throat
Heat my belly telephone still a hoax
Nineties baby so there is still some hope
Back when A.I. was considered dope
We was up in math class calculating slope
Rise over run
Who could've imagined 'em
Styled out on the drums
Or lack thereofs
We just trying to play the part
Shit really write itself when it's not coming from
The mouth but spoken from the heart
East coast giants with the ball point
Jack sliding down the beanstalk
Rap style got a mean walk
Ciara with the one two
Akira Tetsuo
My man's a beat chef professional
Merge with the wind
These audio confessionals next to blow
Yo
More I live
Less I know
Trip the breaker fade to black
'Scape the human trap
Queue the hack
Reverse the code
Know that God got me though
Know that God got me though
Hold it to my chest
The dearest near sided flame
Burns out ends up grotesque
You would need a workout
To get a Boflex
I'm a whole paycheck and a half
Half kept cash and smashed like a plane
Crazy taxi
Maxey pad out my stash
You getting flatlined for acting like a spoiled brat
Dodging the rats
Spring time remind me of crack at bat
In fact
I'm still making moves
While rappers sitting there with they pants shat
Satellite bashed
I'm still stashing every bit of food
You can't touch my rations
In high school I used to come home to dome
And my computer crashing
Ashing on the keyboard
I'm every bit of persistence
And more than what you bargained for
Auditory setbacks and flatulence
It's all part of the same war
I was bumping the score
At my core I still store the same memories
And some things never change
No matter the remedy
No matter the remedy
midnightWAXPOETIC (feat. Phiik & .Tetsuo) Video (MV)
Performed By: Austin Fox
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Austin Phillips, Phiik Phiik, Chance Crawford
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English
Got it off the strength love
Over indulged in the fudge
Cold shoulder shrugs in the midnight lust
In Allah we trust
Pen strike the conglomerate
Insight from the modest men
Pettiness blood splattered
Martyred kin
Spread across the chartered thin
Dotted lines
Hit the hesi, hand in my face
Shit nothing but net
Sweat beads shine like the Rhinestone Cowboy
Young boul sipping grape drink
Pretending it was wine
So Malfoy
Rugged spitting metamorphic heat rock
Extending raw vernacular
For all my friends and actors uh
Chatter behind the backs
But in person wouldn't want to see 'em
In the rappers pub
Midnight wax dripped on the blazer
Shared exclusive through the poets guild
Slow to brew the Foldgers
Spill it down the throat
Heat my belly telephone still a hoax
Nineties baby so there is still some hope
Back when A.I. was considered dope
We was up in math class calculating slope
Rise over run
Who could've imagined 'em
Styled out on the drums
Or lack thereofs
We just trying to play the part
Shit really write itself when it's not coming from
The mouth but spoken from the heart
East coast giants with the ball point
Jack sliding down the beanstalk
Rap style got a mean walk
Ciara with the one two
Akira Tetsuo
My man's a beat chef professional
Merge with the wind
These audio confessionals next to blow
Yo
More I live
Less I know
Trip the breaker fade to black
'Scape the human trap
Queue the hack
Reverse the code
Know that God got me though
Know that God got me though
Hold it to my chest
The dearest near sided flame
Burns out ends up grotesque
You would need a workout
To get a Boflex
I'm a whole paycheck and a half
Half kept cash and smashed like a plane
Crazy taxi
Maxey pad out my stash
You getting flatlined for acting like a spoiled brat
Dodging the rats
Spring time remind me of crack at bat
In fact
I'm still making moves
While rappers sitting there with they pants shat
Satellite bashed
I'm still stashing every bit of food
You can't touch my rations
In high school I used to come home to dome
And my computer crashing
Ashing on the keyboard
I'm every bit of persistence
And more than what you bargained for
Auditory setbacks and flatulence
It's all part of the same war
I was bumping the score
At my core I still store the same memories
And some things never change
No matter the remedy
No matter the remedy
Over indulged in the fudge
Cold shoulder shrugs in the midnight lust
In Allah we trust
Pen strike the conglomerate
Insight from the modest men
Pettiness blood splattered
Martyred kin
Spread across the chartered thin
Dotted lines
Hit the hesi, hand in my face
Shit nothing but net
Sweat beads shine like the Rhinestone Cowboy
Young boul sipping grape drink
Pretending it was wine
So Malfoy
Rugged spitting metamorphic heat rock
Extending raw vernacular
For all my friends and actors uh
Chatter behind the backs
But in person wouldn't want to see 'em
In the rappers pub
Midnight wax dripped on the blazer
Shared exclusive through the poets guild
Slow to brew the Foldgers
Spill it down the throat
Heat my belly telephone still a hoax
Nineties baby so there is still some hope
Back when A.I. was considered dope
We was up in math class calculating slope
Rise over run
Who could've imagined 'em
Styled out on the drums
Or lack thereofs
We just trying to play the part
Shit really write itself when it's not coming from
The mouth but spoken from the heart
East coast giants with the ball point
Jack sliding down the beanstalk
Rap style got a mean walk
Ciara with the one two
Akira Tetsuo
My man's a beat chef professional
Merge with the wind
These audio confessionals next to blow
Yo
More I live
Less I know
Trip the breaker fade to black
'Scape the human trap
Queue the hack
Reverse the code
Know that God got me though
Know that God got me though
Hold it to my chest
The dearest near sided flame
Burns out ends up grotesque
You would need a workout
To get a Boflex
I'm a whole paycheck and a half
Half kept cash and smashed like a plane
Crazy taxi
Maxey pad out my stash
You getting flatlined for acting like a spoiled brat
Dodging the rats
Spring time remind me of crack at bat
In fact
I'm still making moves
While rappers sitting there with they pants shat
Satellite bashed
I'm still stashing every bit of food
You can't touch my rations
In high school I used to come home to dome
And my computer crashing
Ashing on the keyboard
I'm every bit of persistence
And more than what you bargained for
Auditory setbacks and flatulence
It's all part of the same war
I was bumping the score
At my core I still store the same memories
And some things never change
No matter the remedy
No matter the remedy
Writer: Austin Phillips, Phiik Phiik, Chance Crawford
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid