Apollo the Shaded - Mirage

I ain't gon' hold ya but
Me wanna hold the butt
Squeeze on it, tickle on your soul
Wiggle with ya toes, breath on ya
Sizzle but I sizzle slow so
Put that tease on me
Put that heat on me
Sneak a peek and see
These tricky sleeves on me
Kid been dishing ventriloquies
Feel a chilling villain breeze (Whew)
Go 'head, squeal and wheeze
Knew it in the pitch
Grew up out the creek
Stewed about the beef
Brute from out the ditch, steak and ribs
Shake a baker, take a bit
Breaking bread on brick
Take a breath and take a sip
Settle in, got the kettle steaming
As a metal fiend hits the the pedal, green
Apollo, the Head of Medicine
Bless the dreaded thing

(The next time that I see you)

And bless his dynasty, yeah
And bless this goblet of youth
Straight from the winery, yeah
Bout time he hopped in the booth
And got to rhyming it, lacing up and refining it
Brace yourself, I'm unwinding it
I can tell you done lost yourself and I admit
Me too me too, we just need to redo
And quit reclining in lazy boy environments
Make your choice
Don't fake the noise or hide in it
Save your voice for bodies seeking enlightenment
Stay the course and pray you break up out of that cage
And rid yourself of them chains
Next time I see you
Bet you this chest still beats the same

Written by:
Spencer Zorn

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