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Munashe Furusa
Munashe Furusa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
diordakid
diordakid
Producer

Lyrics

Tumbling, Tumbling, Tumbling, Tumbling To Wonderland Tumbling, Tumbling, Tumbling, Tumbling To Wonderland Cyclically cycling Through the beats in my library Wondering, can I try to feed The beast that is my mind, you see I know my family fight for me I know my homies fight for me But then these blisters start to bleed From nights spent lonely writing these Rhymes, built up inside of me Often penned down when crying, we Dodge the issues residing Right within our daily lives But I succeed in spite of the People that stay gaslighting me I do not care who liking me Honestly I stay tryna be Tumbling, Tumbling, Tumbling, Tumbling To Wonderland Tumbling, Tumbling, Tumbling, Tumbling To Wonderland I gotta spit it so- I gotta s- Hold on, listen I gotta spit it so fast I hop on the track And you think that I'm Iida, uh And even quicker than when you come back from the store Because your parking meter's up Going faster than a beamer truck Streets Of Rage, I beat 'em up In the jungle with the cheetahs, uh Still warming up, my heat is tucked, don't need no luck Lean my head back, my feet is up Any more mouths I need to shut You're illiterate, go read a book You cannot follow, my feed is booked Make one new post, guaranteed to look Got a good girl, we agreed to- uh Got a bad thing, we agreed to- uh We agreed to- uh, don't need no bucks Like Giannis Took this beat and I demolished Buy a vintage just for the milage And I never got empty pockets And that really is me being modest So let me just end in silence
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