Brook D'Leau - †rill . e v e r y t h i n g . lyrics

Verse 1: I don't write 2 change your life But if I do f** it swag I don't even like that line f** it Laugh Hahaha Innovative author Flyer than a saucer Chip on my shoulder just some salsa My mind is a rubix cube You're sounding like an interlude You trying 2 get an interview I'm trying 2 get an inner view Its going down elevator I'm going up elevator Same sh** different diapers though Brain storming but but my windshield wipers broke Fruit don't fall 2 far from thee apple store When life gives you lemons f** it make apple sauce Stir it up laught it off Priceless the tag cut off Trillwave baby you ready 4 that cannon ball? Splash Hook: Plaid everywhere Trill everything Splashing w/ mermaids Exotic things Babysitting baby leopards Talking Models with shaved heads Exotic things Excuse me What? Verse ii : Lil Def I make righteous b**hes get low I do what it do Then I do what it don't Spit it dope Fake as f** Silicone Feel them though Raw as f** Minerals Cold as f** Winter coat Rhyme slayer Divide the cheese up with no grater Velveeta Straight fever Levitating through the streets of sh** I don't know where I am Sippin sangria Yep f** a topic I'm a profit and a predicate f** who's on now Time I'm ahead of it Spit the sh** they don't get They gotta light kettles with So deep Speech level is Sea level b**h Meditating on a scroll Tweeting hella fast But they minds moving slow My minds topless where thee roof go? Pen's photography is oceanography Cousteau Thee wittest insidious Savant and thee idiot I'm not a person I'm an idea thats limitless World tour with J*Davey the Fam This beat's BLT I swear that its h.a.m 2 dope for 2 dope boys k** em had no choice Spit thee truth till I have no voice They whole aura is moist Flip a style like a coin Ago had 2 take off my fanny pack 4 this one Comm used 2 Love her now she doing p**no's Delivery already home baby this DiGiorno Swear that you ballin you ain't even on thee court though My mind is a portal Nah I ain't weird maybe you're just normal I don't write 2 change your life But if I do f** it swag Hook Verse iii: Randomly Writing thee coldest rap's bored as f** Waiting on a tow truck sitting, in a colda sack Midas touch petting a golden cat You hold thee map deciphering my english then you notice math And My next sh**, finna be the next sh** Lifes ain't a b**h she's naked waiting 4 me @ thee crib Meant it if I said it Left my ego @ the exit My heart where a jet is My head IS where the square root of red is Even if I told you, you probably wouldn't get it Idea's on infinite n***a I'm instrument Sipping chai tea Eating a Bannana nutriment Plaid everywhere Trill everythinnggggg