Top Songs By Tory Eaze
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Eaze
Performer
Thoriso Motsepe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thoriso Motsepe
Composer
Lyrics
Yo my shit don't fit the same I'm losing bodyweight
Don't ask me for advice
At 5, I wake and harmonize
About my sexual drives
Like they got scratched in
Data mine, determine
Structure, algo, rhymes
Fuck a loading program, I write programs
Python 3.6.2
Feel like a radio station 'cause you gotta stay in the tune
In the news to be relevant
Why would I walk in your shoes
Why would I be concerned about a Jew exec
Came in this game I won't make an exit
Count up the money do it in Excel
Can't use my hands
I'm rerouting this bank in corporate shells
Still legitimate
You see the front
But not the backend I'm hitting them both
Back when I was nobody catching zero bodies
That pressure got lifted
Now I'm catching bodies 'cause I'm lyrically gifted
You catch my drift
We were in the same boat
Upgraded the membership, I done got us on a cruise boat
Fighting, fighting for life
Comparative to my parents
I'm a cog machine like Yao Ming
POV on my money I'm tall as Beijing
POV everyday just feel like baecation
If I didn't wake from this dream
I'm sweating, pulsating while I'm fighting Satan
Don't know my next move 'cause I'm switching the cadence
Knockout, give you a blackout
I treat the game like Call of Duty Black Ops (DEFCON 3)
No family tree prepare the military
I treat my opps the same like symmetry
Eating these rappers was built in my genes
But I'm on a beef diet
And you know that I keep trying
To cover my loss hopefully make a gain
Hope I never ever see you again
I'm Charlie Puth in this booth
Making hits, give me that silver spoon
After all I was born In a coup (d'état)
I was born to go boom (dun dun)
But I'm pro diluvial, half delusional
You'd think I'm a bomber but I raised the bar
Call me a terrorist, Allahu Akbar
Let me tell you the reason why I'm losing weight
I'm self-destructive, I'm destructing away
Watching my dreams fade away
Knowing that I gotta prove myself this holiday
'Cause my mama won't take crap
She'd fight me if were to rap like we in the same weight class
After all I came out of her
The day after she had changing class, 101
I was born in Jan
The poverty stricken month of months
Eating tin foods, peanut butter, jam
Dance the pain to these different jams
You can dance, you can jive
I've changed at last, I hope that it lasts
I hope God can tell
I don't wanna call a hooker and give her a time and place at the same hotel
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