Fyre - Middleman lyrics

G RIDER I'm so blown on this microphone Doing it for the people smoking zones in their homes My body turn to energy I began to tremble actually But there's no words to describe what I f**in see So I got back to my body to continue on my mission On my knees praying, to learn my next position I'm a crazy mystic warrior smoking blunts with straight hash America's best weapon, straight cash So I dash on the hustle and my people working endlessly Every second of your life somewhere someone's smoking weed f** it, I look at buds in a magazine And wonder why I like the smell of gasoline A sick young man with a universal future You need diplomatics to settle your disputer Taking the game too serious But what did I expect, you're all pent up and curious Amongst all my destiny of d**h and disclosure Important what you meant to me, we're through in the Doja Swa*k All my homies are crazy dudes with crazy horses to crazy moons You're cappin soldiers with stranger moves Making crazy moves with crazier pieces Replace the booze with broken leases Make all the time beneath created They were pinched then celebrated You ain't too nice You highly overrated The hell with Swa*k Daddy I'll getcha confiscated Get yo a**, ya homies say she got dissipated Your constipated missions Your citizen capable You don't want a matter with an antipathy that's untraceable Your city's an unproper (aboscial?) you ain't comfortable

Now you ain't got my seat, Imma tell you about your personal All you receive is pity and you're mistaken for a urinal You're dressed like a reflector, used to talk about subliminals I would cherish you but you're an e-je-je-je You're an educated criminal Musta ran across a type of hazardous man Check chemical, I can smell your sh** Your satellite pinnacles See your former boss down these steps with all the pigeons Your sh** ain't hittin, your sh** ain't rippin Man your b**h can't cook, get that b**h up out my kitchen Don't contemplate your d**h cause your mic is now forbidden MXLPLX Same old sh**, every day won't quit Can't quit till I'm old then [decayed?] Go kick it to the kerb Swervin like a midget saddled back in thunderbird Pervin off the liquid, my game is absurd Rob a train if you heard If you know that I learn ‘fore I go Burnin bridges I control with some sh** Four eyed locust paranoid Here's a b**h in the void Just a sip then annoyed Tripped out, schizo, addicted to endo Fogged up the windows Hot rocks in some toxic Bionic inflows off the tungsten boat How we come with those Through the slum Let the beats cross the drum Said here's where I'm from, where I'll be When I'm done, ice cold to the brain Freaky slow (emutane?) Gonna rest on the Seine Floatin down invisible lanes