It's Maj DIA
Still flamed off
I take off in the space car
I pace around god
Making him think
What is he on
Plotting on the throne, fake whatever he wants
You based on the b squad
A team on the lead jog
Here take a peak and see what's up with the crew
The blame goes around and comes around pointed at you
The same flicker that lights up, makes it an illustrious loop
Touchin me
You can't come close to the evil he spews
Talk about it
Run ya mouth
Niggas gonna hawk ya down it's
Ruffneck riders
You some huff smoke buyers
Lust over love it's draining and I'm tired
I'm pushing for a mil, driving with flat tires
You can tell that I'm up and I'm gonna get it
Trust me I'm the villain
The victim is off the hinges
Broken suicidal, his highness is on mission
I'm livin' livid
On discussions bout rash decisions
Welcome back home yo demons the roof
I slither through the pain, in the woods with group
LIR be the team, Sora No is on the stoop
The gang, when they put it to ya brain what gon' do?
Yo dawgs slipped up, they cannot correct it
Assault charges in the battle, when we spar in the septum
Hard to regret it
A large bar number second
Still waiting on his lecture
No response from the hecklers
Yo nigga what's up
Been refilling my cup
And still isn't pouring enough
I'm feeling it
Not step coming towards up
Put hunnid more up
Disciple of the villainous monks
Uh uh uh
It's FUCKIN majdia
Son of the righteous
The most secretive leader
You can't see behind the scenes
What's behind the creases
The triumph of a champion
I'm shrugging off the leaches
Old Flame Video (MV)
Majdia & Lord Glacier - Old Flame Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
It's Maj DIA
Still flamed off
I take off in the space car
I pace around god
Making him think
What is he on
Plotting on the throne, fake whatever he wants
You based on the b squad
A team on the lead jog
Here take a peak and see what's up with the crew
The blame goes around and comes around pointed at you
The same flicker that lights up, makes it an illustrious loop
Touchin me
You can't come close to the evil he spews
Talk about it
Run ya mouth
Niggas gonna hawk ya down it's
Ruffneck riders
You some huff smoke buyers
Lust over love it's draining and I'm tired
I'm pushing for a mil, driving with flat tires
You can tell that I'm up and I'm gonna get it
Trust me I'm the villain
The victim is off the hinges
Broken suicidal, his highness is on mission
I'm livin' livid
On discussions bout rash decisions
Welcome back home yo demons the roof
I slither through the pain, in the woods with group
LIR be the team, Sora No is on the stoop
The gang, when they put it to ya brain what gon' do?
Yo dawgs slipped up, they cannot correct it
Assault charges in the battle, when we spar in the septum
Hard to regret it
A large bar number second
Still waiting on his lecture
No response from the hecklers
Yo nigga what's up
Been refilling my cup
And still isn't pouring enough
I'm feeling it
Not step coming towards up
Put hunnid more up
Disciple of the villainous monks
Uh uh uh
It's FUCKIN majdia
Son of the righteous
The most secretive leader
You can't see behind the scenes
What's behind the creases
The triumph of a champion
I'm shrugging off the leaches
Still flamed off
I take off in the space car
I pace around god
Making him think
What is he on
Plotting on the throne, fake whatever he wants
You based on the b squad
A team on the lead jog
Here take a peak and see what's up with the crew
The blame goes around and comes around pointed at you
The same flicker that lights up, makes it an illustrious loop
Touchin me
You can't come close to the evil he spews
Talk about it
Run ya mouth
Niggas gonna hawk ya down it's
Ruffneck riders
You some huff smoke buyers
Lust over love it's draining and I'm tired
I'm pushing for a mil, driving with flat tires
You can tell that I'm up and I'm gonna get it
Trust me I'm the villain
The victim is off the hinges
Broken suicidal, his highness is on mission
I'm livin' livid
On discussions bout rash decisions
Welcome back home yo demons the roof
I slither through the pain, in the woods with group
LIR be the team, Sora No is on the stoop
The gang, when they put it to ya brain what gon' do?
Yo dawgs slipped up, they cannot correct it
Assault charges in the battle, when we spar in the septum
Hard to regret it
A large bar number second
Still waiting on his lecture
No response from the hecklers
Yo nigga what's up
Been refilling my cup
And still isn't pouring enough
I'm feeling it
Not step coming towards up
Put hunnid more up
Disciple of the villainous monks
Uh uh uh
It's FUCKIN majdia
Son of the righteous
The most secretive leader
You can't see behind the scenes
What's behind the creases
The triumph of a champion
I'm shrugging off the leaches
Writer: Joshua Griffin, Travis John
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.