Cosmic Arcade - The Sun

What you doing with them colours in your hair, boy?
What you doing with them beats chopping in your layer boy?
Player in the arcade where nobody cares
Smear my paint on your face when you walking near
Here, what’s up?
Staring at me like a deer in the headlights
Get it moving
Bust a nut with this new shit, now bust a strut
Just like jelly in a coconut
Nobody like us ‘till they try us, bud
Make you shit juice like cholera
Squad of a whole different calibre 
Woah, hit em twice with a new nice flow
Dracula, Imma bite your hoe
Kinda bright, doe, kinda psycho
Jacket looking kinda gay, doe, hah!
Take a sip of this brew, hah!
New crew, new shoes, new do
Coo coo sipping that juice? Bitch I might do
Ah! I got the goose, Huh!
Now immune to the noose
Dark as a demon sweet as fruit
Darker the berry sweeter the juice
Carbon emissions too gassed
Broke out the system too fast
Then I rhymed in EU Cities
And I signed those EU titties 
Fuck Brexit!
Bitches on my radar, turning on the
Bluetooth!
They used to block me but they heard I’ve gotta
New tooth!
I can’t pretend, I can’t command
You follow me up on your demand to get yo
Screws loose!
And hop up in that
Skrr Skrr!
Feel that funk in your veins right now
Loose up your head and your brains right now, huh
Roll with us you better loose up
Wheres the funk at man?
I think you better juice up
Juice up, Juice up them mofuckin veins
Loose up, Loose up them mofucking brains
Juice up, Juice up them mofuckin veins
Loose up, Loose up your mofucking brains
Sensation on your quay
Four in the noon, still day
Got some invitation for a play
She want the foreplay to start
I say baby fairplay, but
Bitch this shit started like hours ago..
Take notes, I bake routes
Like fuck my manager Fred
Space quotes, my days rose
My kinfolk back with the bread
Finesse some meat
Foreplay for the weak
You get Dan for a whole week
Fashion shows the ho’ week
Parallel with the whole squad
Mellow Yellow with a dope spot
Aquarella getting toasted out
All my shows they be sold out
See me shining on the coast side
On the south side I’ll be dosed out
Night time or the day time
The foreplay, I cosign
You blow out
Juice up, Juice up them mofuckin veins
Loose up, Loose up them mofucking brains
Juice up, Juice up them mofuckin veins
Loose up, Loose up your mofucking brains
I write verses like chapters
I stay preaching, stay reaching
Like a pastor and his choir
With more fire, hell fire your desire
Top shotta, yeah, I cause a riot
Through the wire I been there
From the jungle I was raised
With the lions in the den
Chasing paper every way
T knows that we go, certified cos' it's gold
Green lights so we go
Beast mode on these hoes

Written by:
Cosmic Arcade

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