This the part where I fall again
This feels like cutting weight
Know that hearts aren’t automated
And real love is hard to make
This the part where I fall again
This feels like cutting weight
Snakes and panthers anyway
Jungle tour, not far away
One last man standing
One last man standing
These days I feel like I’m Him, baby
Yo
What the f#ck is an addition
What do you mean with subtraction
If numbers are all what we’re made of
I’d rather be an addicted Picasso
I paid my taxes, El Paso
You’re old and warshed like Ruzzle
Meanwhile I’m dirty and I’m in their throats
I mеan, I am the throttle
I ain’t wanna teach nothing
You’vе seen my videos
I’m sippin’ Bourbon
Calls behind curtains
Saying that Kurt was a burden
Three lions, four roses
One out of them finna murder fellow felids
And eat them, then find out
About blood on its eyelids
b#tch I swoosh it but I’m stylish
Never had a Cartier, shit’s cardiac
Attack, beware, defend land
Where there’s free men
Pain, please
Add more gain like Freeman
I don’t need nobody
Who gives a f#ck bout your approval
I still got some space, motherf#ck actions
Hoe, let me maneuvre
Roading countryside, riveting rivers
Speaking to me about my lies
How did I betray the intouchable
Word to Omar Sy
T at the mic, gotta find meanings
Like we talking fright, hyphen
Bunch of some nines
And a bag of small cash
Got these rappers hyped
Made them forget they’re suburban
This the part where I fall again
This feels like cutting weight
Know that hearts ain’t automated
And real love is hard to make
This the part where I fall again
This feels like cutting weight
Snakes and panthers anyway
Jungle tour, not far away
One last man standing
One last man standing
These days I feel like I’m him, baby
This heat and this sun constraining my mind
I need the dark for my pen to shine
I need to stay down for my art to rise
Always been free
What’s the term authorized
Are you dead inside? This is my jungle tour
Mirrors outside, common mistakes
Reflect on your own life
Your piggy bank
Won’t solve these crimes
Solitaire, raise one cup
One toast, one jam
High fivin’ with my vibrating own hand
Great Dane, Bloody Heaven
Kingpins on strike
Binoculars, jungle tour, play pause rewind
Walking alone as a renegade
Lion King, never changed
Shout out Symba, I shouldn’t complain
Cause my ambition is
To never end up broke again
Rap’s sh#t, this my A-game
b#tch I play clean, anti-stain
Einstein with more self-esteem
Magic tricks, no David Blaine
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Tisti Lyrics – JUNGLE TOUR