SUNBEAMS - Z9 (feat. Zep Manu)

Red knuckles, burst blood vessels
Hit me with another
Fuck it fill the cup
Turn it up, ain't enough
Bring a knife to the spot that'll turn it to the cut
Bump 808s, fuck with me
Hate it or just run with it
Less you showin love you can't fuck with me
Forrest put your feet to the floor
Seek and destroy kill em all
Leave you shook to the core
We them boys, need applause
Not a plug
Get bored, hit the wall
What the fuck? Uhh
Gave you what you wanted now I gotta get a bit of what I started
Step in see a cutie cut a little slack, kick back
Act right get smacked for the betterment
Do it for my fellowman, stomping like an elephant
Fuck her like a gentleman but I'm lacking memory
Hopin I remember the next time
Intestines pumping with enzymes to break it down heart rate
Walk with me, talk with me
Walk with me, talk with me
Walk with me, talk with me
Walk with me, talk with me
Walk with me, talk with me
Walk with me, talk with me
Walk with me, talk with me
Walk with me, talk with me
Pop with me, take shots with me
Drop the beat, that's all I need
Pop with me, take shots with me
Drop the beat, that's all I need
Pop with me, take shots with me
Drop the beat, that's all I need
Walk with me, talk with me
Walk with me, talk with me
Three hundred and six five
The wait time weight of the world revolvin within our solar system
Listen please, no price tag so you know that this is free
Last name existence, I'm Mister E
Hop off my dick and jump straight on the context
Say I'm an ostrich because I'd rather put my fuckin head in the dirt
Than hear another word spurt from those lips
Put a head to the curb
If it bounce back biting on a bit of reverb
Now I'm normally not known as one to bitterly curse
Recently feeling I have to close off like a nun's legs
When they sitting in church
I'm a genuine person but a hurt dog will still bite the hand of its master
I'm battling passion with this and that mix and matchin
Trying to become elastic
Ticking every box like I took the classes
Drop a couple bangers and be booked as classic
Sick of this rhyme scheme that's enough of that shit
Pick it up kick it off, suede timbs on my feet
And I bought my bae a watch
Brought her to the beach feeling like I'm David Hasselhoff
Watch dogs cannot call'em off
Toss a Molotov shit is poppin off
Feelin this and it's nonstop till it is

Written by:
Declan De Montille

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