Oscar Lesage - THE NEXT G

I'm a walking migraine
A fool dressed in chains
Unstable membrane
Hop on the freight train
I'm leaving chemtrails
On the bed sheets
In your Gmail
Cuz I'm the next g
Nius oh my
Can't miss
This time is mine
This Rhyme Imma let it shine
Let it shine let it shine let it shine
I'm dying with every smile
A child with old designs
Let him shine let him shine let him shine
I'm a Nobody with Dreams of being a somebody
We can go party, but as soon as I hit the Campari I'll no longer be a
Bon parti, whoops sorry
In a dark Ford, a taxi I can't afford
Getting smacked by the Wind and my Black thoughts, I got Jack to loose like I'm Rose on the large
door
Raptor mode, i need a platform
a lot of bad porn on Air, quit yelling in the mic you're mad boring I swear
A lot of cats in this medium, but I'm rare
A Hard to swallow comedian, we're getting there
This'll be my year, hitting your ears from the rear
Got your lobes in a trance, drop your pants to the Flow, lo and Behold your boy is top tier
Yeah I got the looks, but I'm still the guy who socks mirrors
Wonder what got me here, it wasn't the pot the beer, was it the thought the fear of holding a job for
years
All I know is I'm not a cashier
I just can't stack tears, I'd rather record their stream until someone cares
Until I get my chair at the table, until I'm Clark Gable, untin I'm on cable, the best in the stable, my
name on the label, just another a hole
I'm a walking migraine
A fool dressed in chains
Unstable membrane
Hop on the freight train
I'm leaving chemtrails
On the bed sheets
In your Gmail
Cuz I'm the next g
Nius oh my
Can't miss
This time is mine
This Rhyme Imma let it shine
Let it shine let it shine let it shine
I'm dying with every smile
A child with old designs
Let him shine let him shine let him shine
Que ce soit clair, je fais ça que pour plaire, pour les pouces verts, voir le monde s'taire
Devant mon style, d'vant le monster, qu'ils hallucinent, qu'ils balbutient, d'vant la musique,
J'veux le business, je change de vitesse,
Il faut qu'le Bic blesse, je brûle le tipex
J'suis superficiel, alors nourris moi d'love
Même s'il est faux, dis moi qu'j'suis beau
Que Mon chibre est immense, J'veux du chiffre donc finance, les sourires c'est grisant, mais c'est plus
ma pitance
J'peux pas disparaître, au gré d'la marée
J'veux tuer le prêtre, rafler la mariée
J'pense qu'à ma gueule x2 qui fond dans un cercueil
Alors j'ouvre la teille mais je perds du larfeuille
J'suis encore en deuil, mon enfance qui brûle, ah ça j'en ferme pas l'œil,
Écoute bien, ramène tes tympans, ramène tes enfants, vient guetter l'instant,
C'est maintenant le tournant, t'en perds ton allemand, j'viens fournir l'tournis, jusqu'à la fin des temps

Written by:
Oscar LESAGE

Publisher:
Lyrics © KENDELL ENTERTAINMENT

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