Lync Lone - Pearl St.

My vision gold
Bitch it's no filter when I'm in the cove
In the grove, bird bitches tripping like they pigeon toed
Been dope, ya hoe suck dick under mistletoe
Rich or poor
The pen gon explode on ya kinfolk
These men broke
Holy moly Lone going for 10 in a row
The work ethic show when I'm at home
Blowing bowls, only role I need hold is the goat
Rode a boat into the sunset while smoking the dope
Tokin afloat
Potions potent, slow motion I roll
Folders'll show golden quotes in the songs
Dosing the Lucy
Press record on a score to a movie
Man the loose leafs looking like a script to a new sequel
I move equal to a viper, dude, peep the features
Bitch you move equal to a snake and that's a smooth creature
Flew deeper
You gatekeep like zookeepers
Brew ether
Cooking this crack, you need to do research
At night I walk along the beach wit my bitch
Chiefing the piff
You incels need an assist
Pleading the fifth
Never speak unless it's me on the mix
Fanon dropping bombs just for me to heat to a crisp
Bitch
It's smoke & mirrors then the rental van bend
Fan the fire, blow the sears, fuck the fear of revenge
Ran ten miles now the plan to do a extra ten
Press the weapon in his head and tell him press me again
I'm only here to make ya mental transcend
Pan the lens in the camera, Lync the man to ban trends
Hand the pencil to the band members
Watch the way they scatter embers on the edge of the lands end

Lost in thought
In life I'm just playing my part
Smoke darts on a walk in the park
Chalk art
My flaws all a part of the cost
Become a boss
Get lost in the teachings I taught
Yea
Reaching up just to see a star
You Freezing up like a 2 liter sitting on the seat on the car
In December, smoke sess, don't remember
Rochester be the reason Lync dropping these embers

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Lync Lone

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