Part 1: Groove 1
How the intro go? How the intro go?
How’d I go from introvert, to want to playing loads of shows
How’d I go from walking alone, to talking with friends
From fears of pushing on forth, to playin’ with flows, ugh
I’ve been-
I’ve been, I’ve been, I’ve been
Getting my mind straight
Finding the time, place
Macaulay Culkin at home, drop off a dime, melting snow ball mic
Send to Sinko for responce
What’s his thoughts, uh
Then back to drawing board doin’ more, yeah
Take a break, up the street is a field I go walkin’ in
Phone in my pocket, cable danglin’, hanging from earbud tops
Pop ’em in and I’m listening
Sometimes imagine I’m singin’ them
Dorky f#ck I know, but it’s what I do
Listen to structure, the cadencе, the melody, werе it goes
Inspiration from the smallest places
But never keep it basic with the copy, paste sh#t
Stay myself, never face lift
I just wanna kick, can I kick it?
It’s my quest to actually
Buggin’ out, floating like no gravity
Send a banger to a friend, in DMs, say it’s nasty mate
If we don’t kick it soon, that’s calamity
But I-
Part 2: Groove 2
Knock knock, crack a smile through the peephole
Blow the door down, say “Darlin’ I’m home”
Michael Caine proud with execution
Guillotine flows, death grip won’t loosen
It go, it go, till the sh#t go blue
Whip you, fistful, leave invisible bruises
You were cruisin’ for it, fighting off my waves
Defuse it, go away and say you’re brave
You say I’ll help you up, must be some kind of error
Day I’ll help you when I’m your pallbearer
Outerspace on the mic, I could play the Apollo
Diss my way then I’m servin’ you bottles
Come for you too, I’m not talkin’ ’bout Bono
I’ll show off my rings, while your tree trunk hollow
How you in the deep end but still so shallow?
Play should get a tony and slapped like Soprano
Why you bull shittin’?
Yeah you spittin’, see the motha f#cking drool drippin’
You be a duck sittin’, buck shot hittin’
Till that dog appears, he chucklin’
Ha ha ha ha ha, boom
Now switch up my game, still Nintendo
I’m sippin’ coke, yeah I’m not Kendall
I’m chillin’ out with my friends though
Some of those dudes like my kinsfolk
That’s when you know this sh#t special
They helped me out of my limbo
For that I’d make my arm go limo
They help me push and continue
No f#ck up, go f#ck up, this intro
Back to buisness, -ttacking this sh#t, rappin’ kissin’
Leave imprint like a damn lipstick
Can’t stay passive when you pass this sh#t
I got the pastor passing out, it sound like I’m sinnin’ and sh#t
Hang on, wait a lil minute, got me thinking a bit
I just asked you if you better, why you pleadin’ the fifth?
Already cold, on a roll, don’t need icy baguettes
I’m a south raised kid, that Dorset bread
sh#t tighter then a corset
Hit the gas like a corvette
Vroom vroom, ain’t finna pause sh#t
Grow my wings, metamorphosis
Find the pockets in the beat, to the core of it
On my wave, bring the flames, on my Korra sh#t
Whip that, stop harassin’, you can’t afford that sh#t
Indiana, state my age, 19, still own this sh#t
Like I bought it from the store and sh#t
Assassin flow, back of my head a barcode
I’ll go, burn you up like some charcoal
Fargo, cold too I deliver
Why’ll your #ss end up in a wood chipper
So grab your mittens ‘cus the plot thickens
A spittin’ Britain leave you needin’ penicillin
Grab the mic, skin yah with the pre-writtens
This sh#t, once bitten, forever smitten
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