Zion Lennon - Feast

Shorty a thumper
I've been working on my jumper
I don't particularly need your number
I feel like a slumber
All up to the summer
And then come with 100
At least that's how it seem to me in terms of the substance
I be pulling my punches so much they forget I'm a puncher
She gave me her heart I left the shit ruptured
I ain't bragging I done got my comeuppance
And she told me she tired
I'm like yeah you ain't no liar
You about to get punctured
I'm in the v I ain't talking about Hummers
But this shit comes all different colors
And I would never choose another
Girly be flirty she calling me thirsty
I'm like nah it's hunger
She wanted it kist I left it more sunburnt
I turn a phrase every time that my tongue turn
Bet if her name Phrase then she concur
Turn the bedroom to a bunker
I need fees
It ain't cheap
Food for the feast
Table of beasts
We came from the streets
It feel like a dream
I tell my old girl keep aiming to please
I aim for they knees
I want them to speak
And flip on they teams
I want the defeat
To sit on they teeth
I want them to bleed
And know it was me
Yea
I need fees
Food for the feast
Tell my old girl keep aiming to please
I aim for they knees
I want them to speak
And flip on their teams
I want the defeat to sit on their teeth
I want them to bleed know it was me
It's love for the tough
Hate for the weak
But no matter what
It ain't what it seem
Look you can't just play for this side now
You can just ride around
After lights down
Trying to pipe down
Why now
You can just like us
After the eyes down pie is
Noses
Hold up hold it
Close it
Not just cause Covid
These aren't the notions that I'm condoning
I just feel like to make this work I need paperwork
Like to type up some type of documentation first
Assess the cons evaluate the perks
Like are you aiming at hurting me
Say she ain't heard of me
That is a straight up state of emergency
I'm on the Orville with Bortus
And my reputation is currency
The weight of the world ain't concerning me
Then again it never did
I am setting all of the precedents
And clearing the premises
I'm at a level which you will never get
Are you feeling me
It don't belittle you to be biggin me
And not to mention my humility
Yuh
I need fees
Food for the feast
Tell my old girl keep aiming to please
I aim for they knees
I want them to speak
And flip on their teams
I want the defeat to sit on their teeth
I want them to bleed know it was me
It's love for the tough
Hate for the weak
But no matter what
It ain't what it seem

Written by:
Zion Edelson

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