Ero Sin - Driftin'

Magister Ludi
I'm playing the beads on the board
Symphonies running the race
Body been leaving the floor
Drifting - I feel like I'm living in space
I've been here before
Using the gift I've been given to get it, you can call that intuition
Finding my feet on the court,
I'm lifting myself from the prison to break out
Call me Scofield
Imma kick out the door
You can go chill or end up in the morgue
I got no chill, I've been hot as a forge
In the summertime, I transform into Mike Jack on the dancefloor
Let the moon walk out
Transform into a werewolf, What'd they ask for?
Big thriller
No chinchilla, but I chin check 'em if they ask for it
Stay high
I'm a fly guy - check the passport
Time flies clocking Mach 5 on the dashboard
Imma dip set like I'm Santana with the bandana
And the hammer all up in my backpack - that's a bad man
Mad Max with the desert, riding with the strap on him
Fire off like an axon
Let me run wild - put the tracks on em
Niggas hit sprints, they don't last long
Let a bitch trip, imma pass on
Run the pace up, put the lap on em
Everybody wanna win the lotto til they taxed on it
Time to tell em imma do it better
Betting on myself to get the bread
Bet I'll be the one contender bringing belts home til I beam tinted leather
Hurricanes 'til it's better weather
Keep it calm in the quiet storm, but the mob deep when we get up
And we so discrete with the setup
Let us in, then we let 'em know this the take over
Make a spot like forever homes
Better let it go

Written by:
Jordan Tapper

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