MmmGreatStuff, Wyrobot - Vanilla

Drape me up, dab me out, tab of Lucy on my tongue
My high vanilla sky, guess I'm feeling like Tom
Every time I show up here, feels like I'm in love
Feels like I'm on drugs till I can't feel alive

Drape me up, dab me out, tap of Lucy on my tongue
My high vanilla sky, guess I'm feeling like Tom
Every time I show up here, feels like I'm in love
Feels like I'm on drugs till I can't feel enough

My presence is a present, that's why I gift my raps
They don't want the same from you, that's why they give it back
No so on the attack, hostility you claim
Got lines a dialogue, RPG game

Say you say not a damn thing, tragic the last whis
Transcends lips and ears, since you lack to hear
Selective and analog message, decrypted for you
Power of love, magica too, battering heads as ramps in the do
Peace unto you, them and me, focus upon my chi
Dispel negative force without remorse of course
Energy potential, exponential, monumental
Disintegrate foes who impose, provocation to implode
Rage, cause they are not chose, no, uh oh
Rage, for, they are not chose, no

Drape me up, dab me out, tab of Lucy on my tongue
My high is vanilla sky, guess I'm feeling like Tom
Every time I show up here, feels like I'm in love
Feels like I'm on drugs till I can't feel enough
Drape me up, dab me out, tab of Lucy on my tongue
My high is vanilla sky, guess I'm feeling like Tom
Every time I show up here, feels like I'm in love
Feels like I'm on drugs till I can't feel enough

Sacrifice we make so we can change fate
Control frequencies, ride your wave, miss me with the hate
Adore how you'll change your world to get away from your mate
Can't pretend anymore, love doesn't work that way
Thinking only happy thoughts, all the good that was brought
It used to pain my heart, no I actually enjoy the dark
But enough of loveless quarrels when you're flying higher than a squirrel
With a nightingale in a different world
Constantly tasting the same thing, leaving a bad taste
Reminiscing of misery, vanilla, so boring
We don't even talk, now memories are drier than chalk
Can't even pick that shit up, GreatStuff
Not really, I mean I am

Written by:
Aquil Whitehead

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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