L. Profit - Kitsch (feat. Cassette)

(Dezzi do this with his eyes closed)
Check check check check
Yah we on
Yah we write our stories
We write our stories on the cracked leather benches
Of a more seater
More secrets
To my core believers
Sorcery of sore deceivers
Who was so defeated
When I poured my deepest
Influences
In sentences
With pretences
Of being friendless
Sing defences of
Rings and benzes
You see real life?
Our wins could bend it
And bring the endless
It’s slow movin
It’s soul movin
It’s soul music
It’s so fluid
Like ballerinas twirling
We bound to be the centerpiece our salaries deserve it
How to be this certain on these mountains seas and earth it’s
Profound to me your purpose is the loudest we have heard and
I know you gon shine
All you ever gots a heart
I don’t only own mine
I don scummed around for change
I feel out of pocket
I want a new damn smile
I could rock it
I could rock it
I don scummed around for change
I feel out of pocket
You say I should smile more
I would if I wanted
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Yah tellem cuhz
Doing it big or that just seasonal talk
The cream of the crop
Them fruits soft we leave them to rot
Hit me on the spot with problems you got
I’m a needle to knots
It’s an anomaly how I’m still tangled up (Yah)
Gotta credit education
It’s evident evidence suggesting an innocent man
Cuz I’m careful with fingerprints
And picked up the bullet casings
Then go back to the regiment
16’s a daily occasion
Quality what we making
Quantity is an over statement
United nations king of the coast
Raining precipitation
Switching stations
Looking for some sustainable entertainment
I’m blaming yall like a plaintiff
Just famous award chasers
‘Till I result in vapors
Gon make sure you follow the cadence
I’ve been working without a payment
It hurt if you never make it
Greatest on the planet
Now all I need is a spaceship
Still aint going how you planned it
Oh wait that shit aint been said yet
Cole said switch it to meditation
I’m waiting and still can’t feel it
Switched to meditation
I waited and still can’t feel it
Doctors needing better patients
In the 80s started dealing
Told me to reach for the sky
My fingertips on the ceiling
I don scummed around for change
I feel out of pocket
I want a new damn smile
I could rock it
I could rock it
I don scummed around for change
I feel out of pocket
You say I should smile more
I would if I wanted
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Yah that’s Profit
(Is that good?)
(I think that’s good)

Written by:
Caden Satterfield, Hunter Desprez, Luke Graham

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