Mike G - Gusto lyrics

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Mike G - Gusto lyrics

[Verse 1: Zion I] Looking out over the skyline Twisted up in my mind Holy visions fighting wars within the serpentine Buy time but I'm lying if I said I'm fine Catch myself crying Hard to figure why Between loneliness, ecstasy and bliss Clenching up my fist Dark Knights walk like this is Gotham Babylon is sending them crooks to derive them Those who vocal who cause problems Lost in another world of fairy tales and goblins Castle rooks move pawns for the jooks And cooks like prawn for the books My foot broke down hooked on the outbound Dazed and pacing through the hood now Yeah these goons move masons I'm on a quest to sell what I'm chasing Fazed like through a lava light Psychedelic I'm propelled zen Poppa on the mic Peace out to Oscar, Peace out to Trey (Incomprehensible) Imma see you one day Head down concentrating trying to find True solutions that could remedy the mind In due time, we all face the music But this is your life, you were put here to use it [Hook] If I fall, lift me up though If I fall once again then I'm stuck oh It's kinda hard to get up It's for us going hard for the gusto [Verse 2: Mike G] Pay attention to the things I teach I reach high speeds sitting in front seats I keep souvenirs from each place I breach I do amazing things just to get no sleep I guarantee it will be extremely difficult to find Realer than me and my team baby Life is more than clothes and diamond rings Together we k** em all and flee the scene So blaze one My conscience state compares to none Hold on to your applause cause we just begun Stack papers we're rap slayers from h*mos to haters The fact is on this I'm destined for greatness I'm so far ahead I know who's coming after Same name as my father and his favorite rapper Harley Van But when I go home it's all love And believe I hold the microphone like a grudge But with ease what do you need I do what I please I bring destees to bring women to their knees She bring lean and paper with trees in between What a dream, shooting belteens in Golf Wang jeans