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LAWN
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kian M
Kian M
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zyller
Zyller
Producer

Lyrics

Bang forehead on the brick 'til it crack and bleed They feed on the Atrophied, always grass is greener Fence too high to see that every acre died a week ago Deceitful folk deceive the deceivable Lake too damn deep, we gon' need a boat Spark fly when the flint click twice, then we breathe the smoke And dream of deeper holes to dig A muhfucka got a bone to pick You broke in the open, I've broken it open Don't call me bro, I don't click with vultures Finger lick, count it up, no chicken slogans Woke up in a cold sweat, 6 in the mornin' Tried to put yo feet in, slipped in the ocean Divide yourself 'til you don't know the quotient Control, control, control The engine's choking A dark abyss, muhfuckas blindly gropin', I— See Insects in tow but The mower keep mowing And we all some ants in the lawn I ain't open to takin no orders I fall on no sword, I ain't anyone's pawn I'm the dirty water in your bong Blurry line that sit between right and wrong The machine that ate all of yo quarters Muhfuckas still sipping their slog Don't ask me how I sleep, I sleep fine Index finger deleted from peace signs Don't ride my damn back, I ain't no equine You beat the dead horse so much it leak 5s I'm a money maker that ain't tryna meet mine If you want we run the fade like some Levi's Knew I was cut for this since I was knee high Won't ever pledge allegiance to a leash line Stomp a rapper out in Takahashis He can't turn his neck like Keaton's batman Never maskless, I feel like Kakashi Guns outside d-d-duh like the scatman Blinds are clasped, I run from ghosts like Pac-Man Smoke so much, my Scooby snacks are spat grams Taller the plant, more snakes hide in the grasslands Every other compliment is a backhand, I See Insects in tow but The mower keep mowing And we all some ants in the lawn I ain't open to takin no orders I fall on no sword, I ain't anyone's pawn I'm the dirty water in your bong Blurry line that sit between right and wrong The machine that ate all of yo quarters Muhfuckas still sipping their slog Mo' fucker still failing to figure out they getting Fucked and nobody gon save em Finding it funny how patient they waiting Can't notice they face get scraped on the pavement Composite matter comes down when its raining Vinyl chloride building up in your basement Bending everybody so far they breaking Y'all better stop talking, I get agitated quick Feel your palms fill up with dirt And keep pretending that it's cash Feel the tremble of the earth These false prophets get turned to ash Kerosene soaks into rags Papers packed and lined with hash 10 Hail Marys for the carbon Pledge allegiance to the muzzle flash Hundred lash, shut the fuck up I'm about to say grace Vultures eat cancer but never decay Terror sells and my pupils dilate Lining up pretty and perfect Infront of the compost pile The bodies stiffen, looking vile Insects pour in like the Nile Now cover the ground for a mo' fucking mile, quick See Insects in tow but The mower keep mowing And we all some ants in the lawn I ain't open to takin no orders I fall on no sword, I ain't anyone's pawn I'm the dirty water in your bong Blurry line that sit between right and wrong The machine that ate all of yo quarters Muhfuckas still sipping their slog See Insects in tow but The mower keep mowing And we all some ants in the lawn I ain't open to takin no orders I fall on no sword, I ain't anyone's pawn I'm the dirty water in your bong Blurry line that sit between right and wrong The machine that ate all of yo quarters Muhfuckas still sipping their slog
Writer(s): Theo Van Autreeve, Kian M Kian M Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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