Psychic Kids - Nomad (feat. Pat the Azmatic, Kirk & SMITH.b)
You only hear about the flights that go bad
Scroll through my feed like a wandering nomad
No go back, I been starting to see mirages
Home blown flat I'm camouflaged for barrages
You only hear about the flights that go bad
Scroll through my feed like a wandering nomad
No go back, keep waiting on fortune
Keep your chin up or we'll knock it up for you
Knock it up for you, not enough for you
Nomad clan man I'm movin forward
I won't implore you, I will absorb you
I see the plan damn I cant afford to
Lose to the old you, the new you a duchebag
Down to ya boot straps, scent of the muskrat
Look of the ostrich, mind on the pocket
Lost to the toxic, why is you talkin
What the fuck sayin is you playin or just on some shit
Walk a million miles thru the desert just to try some shit, ya
Nomadic the pack ya that PK we set to higher shit
A pumpkin to a carage when the caravan get high an shit
You only hear about the flights that go bad
Scroll through my feed like a wandering nomad
No go back, keep waiting on fortune
Keep your chin up or we'll knock it up for you
Can't pretend I wasn't lighting fuses
Ruthless, had some new hits under tutelage
I walked this road for long enough
To know mirages and to know what truth is
Truth is, first to admit it that I slowed down
No funding patching paper mache crown
Not gonna sit here and say that I'm made now
No haste, workin on putting a base down
But The way I place nouns like a roundhouse kick
Leave you face down dead in some outhouse shit
At ten or two paces, medical serrations,
Lay down your top men for playlist placement
New waveforms made more
Played more, by me, than the people that it's made for
Boy we made lore, paid for, state lords
Tres oh four, break-break doors
You only hear about the flights that go bad
Scroll through my feed like a wandering nomad
No go back, I been starting to see mirages
Home blown flat I'm camouflaged for barrages
You only hear about the flights that go bad
Scroll through my feed like a wandering nomad
No go back, keep waiting on fortune
Keep your chin up or we'll knock it up for you
Wandering nomad don't ask
Type to make rash decisions with precision on ya home at
Any given minute if I feel it I just own that,
talking get ya dome cracked
can't even control that,
Hit ya like a flood, in the water with the sharks
Lay em down like rugs, from the bottom of my heart
I don't feel the love, I can tell the two apart,
I Regard it with a shrug but I know that shit ain't smart
that shit get cryptic, I don't even fit in with the misfits
Don't play me for a bitch you get evicted
End up on lists when it comes to digits We leave you in the ditch you think get this
I'm About to leave the scene and leave no witness
Don't wanna seem mean but you ain't seen bliss
Exist in pain till the blunt hits ya lips
You only hear about the flights that go bad
Scroll through my feed like a wandering nomad
No go back, I been starting to see mirages
Home blown flat I'm camouflaged for barrages
You only hear about the flights that go bad
Scroll through my feed like a wandering nomad
No go back, keep waiting on fortune
Keep your chin up or we'll knock it up for you
Written by:
Bryce Smith, James Kirk, Patrick Cummings
Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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