Teksty:
Mad At Gravity Burn

wreck off, I navigate a course like Czechov Soft MCs, you better step off Will a villain ever learn? I'm killin' like a mad germ, I burn MCs like a

I want they would grant me three wishes One was a pound of the blue moon hydro Twistin' it up, watch my divine mind blow Two was a pair, of gravity

hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad mc Who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually Don't be mad at me, I had to

asked how to make liberty's idol last for centuries I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy She'll be standin with her back turned, burnin

Im a bull But I define gravity, you dont wanna get sad with me What a travesty Your majesties a fake To laugh with me is to relate. I chuck at the fickle

Hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad MC who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually Don't be mad at me, I had to

asked how to make liberty's idol last for centuries I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy She'll be standin with her back turned, burnin

[Verse 1] When the moon shines at noontime, and the sun blazes at midnight Dark and Night coincide, I stay inside and keep the lid tight Catch side of

Im a bull But I define gravity, you dont wanna get sad with me What a travesty Your majesties a fake To laugh with me is to relate. I chuck at the fickle