Impossible's an optical illusion
There's no stopping what I'm doing
Catch you bopping and you're grooving
When I'm dropping all my music
Fusing the old shit with the new shit
Please be careful how you do this
I've been working all my life to spit
I won't quit, it's never getting old
Spitting fire out the mouth, so I'm never getting cold
But I keep the wrist icy, don't you try me
Could get dicey, but you're feeling bold
Origami or poker, get ready to fold
I'm doing what I want, you're just doing what you're told
Quit holding me back, because I am the chos-
-en one, I am the holy son that was foretold
Gold, I got more of it than Midas
You're working like a mathematician trying to derive this
Not indecisive, but I know my bars divisive
I'll keep multiplying bands until it's more than I can hold
Snapped, I'm murdering the track
I'll take you out too, if you ask me to relax
That's facts, I took off the cap
Seeing is believing, bitch just listen to the rap
Impossible's an optical illusion
There's no stopping what I'm doing
Catch you bopping and you're grooving
When I'm dropping all my music
Fusing the old shit with the new shit
Please be careful how you do this
I've been working all my life to spit
Stay hitting, I know I'm on deck
Been waiting in the queue, so I know I'm up next
Trying not to flex, but it's hard staying humble
I've never needed Bumble, I could stumble into sex
My girl has got the breasts DD like Gregorious
It's glorious, you're stupid, and ignoramous
If you're ignoring this
Flow pouring out my mouth, low viscosity
Honestly, I'm probably the prodigy the world has yet to see
Swimming in the Henessy
Haters tryna get to me
Player, all your bars are weak
You haven't earned the right to speak
You stay flexing in the streets
But when I pull up with the heat
I'll make it hotter than the summer
What a bummer that'll be
No optical illusion
No stopping what I'm doing
Catch you bopping and you're grooving
When I'm dropping all my music
Fusing the old shit with the new shit
Please be careful how you do this
I've been working all my life to spit
The Kitchen - All My Life (feat. TripLit) Lyrics
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Impossible's an optical illusion
There's no stopping what I'm doing
Catch you bopping and you're grooving
When I'm dropping all my music
Fusing the old shit with the new shit
Please be careful how you do this
I've been working all my life to spit
I won't quit, it's never getting old
Spitting fire out the mouth, so I'm never getting cold
But I keep the wrist icy, don't you try me
Could get dicey, but you're feeling bold
Origami or poker, get ready to fold
I'm doing what I want, you're just doing what you're told
Quit holding me back, because I am the chos-
-en one, I am the holy son that was foretold
Gold, I got more of it than Midas
You're working like a mathematician trying to derive this
Not indecisive, but I know my bars divisive
I'll keep multiplying bands until it's more than I can hold
Snapped, I'm murdering the track
I'll take you out too, if you ask me to relax
That's facts, I took off the cap
Seeing is believing, bitch just listen to the rap
Impossible's an optical illusion
There's no stopping what I'm doing
Catch you bopping and you're grooving
When I'm dropping all my music
Fusing the old shit with the new shit
Please be careful how you do this
I've been working all my life to spit
Stay hitting, I know I'm on deck
Been waiting in the queue, so I know I'm up next
Trying not to flex, but it's hard staying humble
I've never needed Bumble, I could stumble into sex
My girl has got the breasts DD like Gregorious
It's glorious, you're stupid, and ignoramous
If you're ignoring this
Flow pouring out my mouth, low viscosity
Honestly, I'm probably the prodigy the world has yet to see
Swimming in the Henessy
Haters tryna get to me
Player, all your bars are weak
You haven't earned the right to speak
You stay flexing in the streets
But when I pull up with the heat
I'll make it hotter than the summer
What a bummer that'll be
No optical illusion
No stopping what I'm doing
Catch you bopping and you're grooving
When I'm dropping all my music
Fusing the old shit with the new shit
Please be careful how you do this
I've been working all my life to spit
There's no stopping what I'm doing
Catch you bopping and you're grooving
When I'm dropping all my music
Fusing the old shit with the new shit
Please be careful how you do this
I've been working all my life to spit
I won't quit, it's never getting old
Spitting fire out the mouth, so I'm never getting cold
But I keep the wrist icy, don't you try me
Could get dicey, but you're feeling bold
Origami or poker, get ready to fold
I'm doing what I want, you're just doing what you're told
Quit holding me back, because I am the chos-
-en one, I am the holy son that was foretold
Gold, I got more of it than Midas
You're working like a mathematician trying to derive this
Not indecisive, but I know my bars divisive
I'll keep multiplying bands until it's more than I can hold
Snapped, I'm murdering the track
I'll take you out too, if you ask me to relax
That's facts, I took off the cap
Seeing is believing, bitch just listen to the rap
Impossible's an optical illusion
There's no stopping what I'm doing
Catch you bopping and you're grooving
When I'm dropping all my music
Fusing the old shit with the new shit
Please be careful how you do this
I've been working all my life to spit
Stay hitting, I know I'm on deck
Been waiting in the queue, so I know I'm up next
Trying not to flex, but it's hard staying humble
I've never needed Bumble, I could stumble into sex
My girl has got the breasts DD like Gregorious
It's glorious, you're stupid, and ignoramous
If you're ignoring this
Flow pouring out my mouth, low viscosity
Honestly, I'm probably the prodigy the world has yet to see
Swimming in the Henessy
Haters tryna get to me
Player, all your bars are weak
You haven't earned the right to speak
You stay flexing in the streets
But when I pull up with the heat
I'll make it hotter than the summer
What a bummer that'll be
No optical illusion
No stopping what I'm doing
Catch you bopping and you're grooving
When I'm dropping all my music
Fusing the old shit with the new shit
Please be careful how you do this
I've been working all my life to spit
Writer: Luke Barden
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