Colorado Son - Guru (feat. Cheshirebgd)

(Heyyyy, ou ou ou)
(He, ye, yea)
You're either running from death
Or your running to death
Every second is a blessing
Let me savor this breath (Uh)
In through my chest, out through my nose
Probably ten toes grounded
Got the flyest of souls
Not a thing can shake my balance cuz my stamina grows
So like no crabs in my bucket
Pay no mind to my foes
Whenever peace decide to rise, opposition is froze
But I'ma see you at the top
If your my kinfolk or woes
Because I know you're something special
We attached by the soul
And if you're fuckin' with this song than you already know
Surfing on the funky waves all the way to the coasts
Kickin' life filled lyrics how Guru evoked
The truth and nothing but it
That's the way I choose to run it
If you're running hate though
Oops I'm on your bucket
And I ain't never coming off till your heart is evolved
I breathe life not death don't get my angels involved
But if you're asking for a kiss then you 'bout to dissolve
I might see you in the next chapter acting a doll
Before you ever think of testing, drag you off to the stall
You're the dude with the sharpie writing words on the wall
Third strike, last straw that broke the camel's back dawg
That broke the camel's back dawg
Breathe life... not death...
Say it with me one time, no stress
Breathe life... not death...
Say it with me two times, no stress amen
Breathe life... not death...
Say it with me one time, no stress
Breathe life... not death...
Say it with me two times no stress
Amen
(Yeah)
Nonsense breeding conflict, bringing offense to the conference
We just tweak loud, we no dauntless
You keep that farse, I'm off this
Free range on my carcass
No harm to the dead so toxic
Curse my heart so hardy
Dance on the grave over my dead body
Head no hot, just high strung haughty
Thought like my hair is stark and naughty
Hard to get all me, shadow self like her shakes so malty
Dark scenes laid in the hallway, balling
Fetch no hand so I'm army crawling
Arms in the palm still I pop no arsony
Shoot like a.i. miss no arm sleeve
Shot pump fake like Jordan's at a swap meet
(AH)
Jordan's at a swap meet
Had to step in
Kobe Bean how my shot beam
I'ma get guap, on god, don't copy
Flippin' this brick like George piss broccoli
I'm a sure shot, hard fought like Rock Lee
Drunken fist form, taijutsu
God's speed

Written by:
Quincian Edwards, Sam Ptak

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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