Top Songs By Jaysanityy
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaysanityy
Performer
Kzoba
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julius D. Gondoun
Songwriter
George Kazooba
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
barrakain.
Producer
Lyrics
Passion
Fuck you thought it was
Fuck you thought it was
Hahaha yea boy
Yo
Morally packing
Coming more with some action
Restoring the passion
I'm tryna reach the core demographic
"Your youngins is yapping
Making noise and making less traction
Causing a massive decline
In the satisfaction of rapping"
Oh won't you tell me what happened?
You best believe i deplore
The absence of intelligence that you have
Like a screw loose
Or a button undone in your head
You into fashion
You catching me wear these baggy jeans
Assuming I 'm saggin'
Just like my ass hasn't had enough
Of all of this capping
Allof these causal interactions ain't happen
I'm tired of dappin'
I'm tired of the way they be acting
Like they get a subtle pass for passion
Who is you gassin? You maxing it nigga
Maximum limit, amount of digits
Like they taking some pictures
'Bout the shit you had got into
Go and clear your mental
Even tho you was the one that sent you
It's still detrimental
Damaging like teeth at the dental
We do not get you, bitch
We got the drive, it ain't gentle
Like a pickup truck it you
The drive is harder to get to
Like an orange rectangle
I'm feeling rugged and tangled
We don't push up where you stay
Because we probably been through
Just take me back to my sunny mornings and cockroaches
Boy I'm from the coldest city on earth
Where my heart froze, need AC's on parked rovers
Just to feel the spark
Just to feel accomplished shit get serious
When isolation infiltrates the darkness
You get paid by the hour
I'm paid by every double entendre, syllable I rhyme
Joints that spark up my track
So I pack heat in every comma
Try attract seats yo ass
See me killing it harder
My soul rich so no doubt I pay homage like Mach
More dissin' no kidding you pay in karma by dark
Coalition so promising you honoring the art
So obsessive with my competition
Farming what I put in the soil
Come the season and I'm reaping the harvest
And when I said it i meant it boy I'm keeping my promise
Seems the sediment done shifted regardless
Of if I kissed ass and brown-nosed yo favorite artist
What the fuck, jay!
I got my stuff paid
'Zoba, fuck if they okay
Pull up on 'em with knowledge
And leave their ass in disarray
All my fervent ways will amplify the map
That's leading to our destination
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