Lync Lone - Ellison Cig Flick

I see this life thru a purple lens
The Benz swerving, they mentioning this murder murder to all they friends
Peep the pen
Obsolete to trends, making ends meet to flee the continent
I'm tryna see across the Red Sea
Gleam wit no neck piece
Arrest me? Preachers deadly to a open mind
From the altar, bitch they breaking all the levees
The mission is to live inside ya brain but the rent free
Homie think he lit, but he could never turn the crowd against me
The zen reacher, gems seeping over the brim
Sending hate messages to my demons
Need to tell em no
Fuck the bench seat, I need to steal the show
Metacritic album reviews, a benji be the goal
Reaching in my pocket for dro, the profit show
Pocket low amounts from rap, but I'm grinding fasho
Problems eventually go
Chronic mixed up wit psilocybin feel the pride in the glow
The pine box polished solid for my foes
Tropical flows, you never seen this weather on the coast
Never better, this pest turned to goat, Merlot
The cone in my hand surely burn slow
The fur coat was inverted, furnish scurvy shit for the hoes

I might have me a night tonight
But then again, I might stay in and keep conditioning my sights tonight
It's Eiffel-like, the zeitgeist heist shine bright in the sky like Rihanna diamonds
Beat on a beat cuz you know the rhymes supplying
Might be dying, but I'm too distracted by the writing science
Bite the bias, fuck opinions, man yall is not my clients
No appliance other than when I apply the force of shamans
Morph the driest beats wit the art of rhyming
Bought assignments, scribbled on all these pages to form a strong alliance
Born a pilot, never descending, fix up the form and fly it
Talk to psychics
My 5 senses start multiplying
These dudes can't sit still, they pick the kids meal
These stigmatism magicians barely spinning the pinwheel
I been real, you pussies ain't even in the windshield
I been shielded, pissing off the foes, winning in skill
You getting lost drippin' in sauce, kick the exhaust
Start the car, Mars the destination we can explore
Drawing the sword, morph to war, whore it's portions galore
Chloroform in the raw elixir, boy I'm flipping the score

I might be in the sky
Might be in the trees, the peach growing off leaves up high
Just keep me in mind
Just keep me in mind

I might be in the sky
Might be in the trees, the peach growing off leaves up high
Just keep me in mind
Just keep me in mind

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Lync Lone

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