Apollo Springs & Rory Glassford - Eggs Runny

I did good, my fist bloody
My feet tired, my kicks muddy
My toast light, my eggs runny
Nights long and my days sunny
A kid could, like Kid Cudi
I'm all in, might get lucky
Kicking dust bowls, doing donuts in my dune buggy
Trust a hoe and it always ends in doom buddy
Chosen, to, melt everything that's frozen
Most of, you, felt pretty safe and cozy
Coasting through, you getting pretty nosy
Aren't you? I concentrate like orange juice
I am, fluent, in the euphoric youth
Going, movements, taking the scenic route
You been, looking, only where the scene is shot
I walked, I saw, holding everything I got
The beat, I rock like feet and socks
Keep my wallet big like feet on Hobbits
Seat on a rocket, I'm in the cockpit
Worlds got doors and I'mma come a knocking
Yo

Soul food in my tummy
Tell them fools, bring my money
Plant those seeds, wherever they may grow
I will reap what I will sow
I will sink to have this flow
The Springs have Apollo
Like whoa
Whoa

Soul food in my tummy
Tell them fools, bring my money
Plant those seeds, wherever they may grow
I will reap what I will sow
I will sink to have this flow
The Springs have Apollo
Like whoa
Whoa

I am the one who knocks
Not the one who stops
I snap, you pop
Crackle by the fire while I count thou guap
It's a damn good shot when the hammer lock
And an ammo box is emptied out
For an opp on the chopping block
Spit them digits out for the combo lock
I only go in like Mutombo shot
Plot on wins, plot on wins
My day on top is coming in
Everyday I'm hustling
Everyday I wake up, view the tulips in the garden
Brush off excuses, school these students
I'm an artist, and a true opportunist
We remove you if you move like Judas
I was introduced by Cupid to the music
Every night, the dream more lucid
Rory G produce it, and well me? I just do it
I can't help but express myself!
All year long feel like noel
Got a broad abroad, lil mademoiselle
Kilroy bars, straight off top shelf
When the volume up, make glass pane melt
Salt in the cut, let the pain be dealt
These words is burning well, guess this is how Hades felt
Got cheese young, that's Babybel
Boy tap out, lemme claim my belt
Go

Soul food in my tummy
Tell them fools, bring my money
Plant those seeds, wherever they may grow
I will reap what I will sow
I will sink to have this flow
The Springs have Apollo
Like whoa
Whoa

Soul food in my tummy
Tell them fools, bring my money
Plant those seeds, wherever they may grow
I will reap what I will sow
I will sink to have this flow
The Springs have Apollo
Like whoa
Whoa

The Suburban Myth

Written by:
Luke McKissock

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