MAC Dablacksheep - Chandeliers (feat. Mickey Factz & London Moon)

This sounding deeper than
Giraffe throat
A mask holds in the last Will
And your last hope
A vast sea of your bad dreams
Through a glass scope
Don't ask me
This the last leap of my last note
Summer couldn't come quicker
Because the winters cold
Another words we spring
Forward shimmer til simmer low
Climb to top of the Himalayas
Til him is home
Find a spot for the villa later
And build a throne
From a king to a God
To something with no description
The hole is filling and overflowing
With holy scriptures
But from a distance you see the vision
He shows and mentions
Existing only for ghosts and spirits
His own dimension
The map is merely a figment
Of one no longer here
I scoff at mirrors
Cuz I see the only one my reflection fears
A sonnet lies in the sonic side
Of a sign to share
A solid vibe is all I require
To light these chandeliers
Yea
Lemme get em
Light it up
Light it up
Ayo
This Mortal Combat
Smoked a track a Khrysis
Even Mickey caught the contact
Labels trying to get me on contract
Just hit contact
Homie hit me with them numbers
We don't need long chat
Now what's your biggest number
I love my shorty suck me dry
Bitch I can get your bundles
Cocky I was fighting them cases
But now a nigga humble
I'm about to show em popping
Just let me in your bubble
How a nigga calling plays
Just let me in your huddle
You'll pay me soon as you got it
Or now that shit double
In the struggle hate was the norm
They don't know how to love you
All these ain't shit niggas
She don't know how to trust you
Get with the program
Baby girl I got a couple
I'm bumping slow jams
Stoned call me Barney Rubble
They tried to play me bout the flow
Now I'm charging double
This flow a novelty
We in a godly league
Ask them boys them boys hot as me
Nobody speak
Nigga
Wassup
It's Mickey
Look
Raw sounds
The key ignition make the
Porsche growl
You found the lost member
Of dog pound at the compound
Niggas is performing at they height
To get tour down
That's water under the London Bridges
Until it fall down
They prolly think we on a farm now
A black sheep met a black goat
While the moon in the calm clouds
I'm still judged
I defend it like I'm on trial
Jurors see targets on my face
Like the saw clown
But stop bugging me
I got to push the pest aside
Eating venison while in Venice
My dear clementine
Shout to Freddy Quin
I'm still writing petty rhymes
Seven deadly sins
Demons push up till they exercised
Niggas say they got beef
But got tender eyes
Iris tells it all and
The pupils got it memorized
Was at the playboy mansion
Before Heffner died
Every heifer tried, true story
And it's verified
Factz
Nigga
I got this
Just to clarify right
I was really at the grotto
I was really in the grotto B
And my man Black
MAC Dablacksheep
He next to me right now
He see the Y3 beads on
I had them shits back in the days right
So shorty ran up on me
And was like yo
Those look like my anal beads
And I was like ma you can't
Be serious these is Y3
What are you
What are you talking about like
This me
You Know
Then she asked for the follow
Cause she saw I had a blue check
Back in 08 like
I mean what can I say it's
It's real shit man
Mickey

Written by:
Jeremy Martin, Mark Williams Jr, Mason Capel, Michael Dozier

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