Under the sun I thrive
But I ain’t even feeling fine
Under the sun I’m high
I’ve seen all the red up in my eyes
Coughing up loud in the tin
Walking rebuking my sins
Body keeping all the score
Hoping I be scoring the bits of my wins
Money-making in Japan, b#tches be switching they plans from A to B
Making personas to brag and then boasting by posting them, for all the people to see
I’m swimming to sea
Where I ought to see the gleam, the drip, and all of my fiends
The devilish coming to me to terrorize hues and my skiеs inside of my
Mind you, I’m an aligned title, I bind into thе bible
A disciple, you can’t decipher fake hoes you called idol
Then I will, school’s overdosing on Nyquil
Another cycle, all for some Jordan’s sold from the plug, Michael
Under the sun I thrive
But I ain’t even feeling fine
Under the sun I’m high
I’ve seen all the red up in my eyes
Coughing up loud in the tin
Walking rebuking my sins
Body keeping all the score
Hoping I be scoring the bits of my wins
It’s all the same; I roll an ace, a child’s embrace
You’re open, take, white holy gates
Reverse old ways, the crews of fakes
Behold the saints, the weights is true, for only Dates
I golden plagues, some might this day
Got pours for rain, forces strange, so wholly slay
May y’all praise as hunted jays
As hawks in pain, like bruise away, just more than play
To activate, while held through chains, hell and back, these felon raps
We interact, word to black, form out glass, perform my craft, paper taps
There’s reason though, streets ’cause yo, peoples ill, peace to line
Sin decline? See, not see, Germany, rights I scream, yellow star
Mellow start, hello bar, cello part, represent testaments
I’m ever far, never deep as deceased, with recipes I rest in peace
The rest a piece of debt diseased dome-piece, def-less beasts
Peoples sleep, assassin script, not pacifist, pass a fist, like olive oil
Fluid fat, IVs stat, Roman match, Caesar track, a cross laid flat in solid soil
Under the sun I thrive
But I ain’t even feeling fine
Under the sun I’m high
I’ve seen all the red up in my eyes
Coughing up loud in the tin
Walking rebuking my sins
Body keeping all the score
Hoping I be scoring the bits of my wins
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