Jeremiah Jae - Turning lyrics

[Verse 1: Jeremiah Jae] Can't break away, act brave cuz they pack away A gold plated handle, bullet holes in a candle A lot is tracing love, the impact is facing love Taste the rum If anything it's something else becometh But what was once peace under the covet Couldn't help but be destructive Son of the sun it's the epilogue for Decepticons Son of the puppet, f** pushing bu*ton And the son of a lone gunner Papa, full of, other sh**, uh New sh**, maybe we can twist Visions of the myth n***as bathing they flames of piff They rewrite scripts, so many dreams of yesterday While balls of flame burn the city to waste, they haste To the front of the line to show face But she needed a taste, knee to the face [Verse 2: Zeroh] Wake yawn, stretch, walk, eat, beats, text, talk Pace, pack, pew! damn I lost my house shoe Start song on palming' the calm, I'm bout to Personify intention ambish (eg. ambition) the hell out that how to I dare you, awkward hello me... I'll hug the f** out you Come bounce with the count conundrum Throwing stones you can't bounce to Trust enough could get ugly Thus the clutch must doubt you Force can't move dude, swipe no value So sit still, watch me abandon... Who? what? To lunch while the body stands in.. Beat Soup whats up? Camaraderie strands are rampant Groove and such I gotta be raw, Bada** man Just lose the crutch So sit still, watch me abandon... Who? what? To lunch while the body stands in.. Beat Soup whats up? Camaraderie strands are rampant Groove and such I gotta be raw, Bada** man Pop ooze the guts And as summer comes to close Coasting on my Ghost ship Queen Marry roasted Rings and roses Mo' posies in the pocket Never down, high doses Dabbing' ashes off the rocket Profit off a numbers, see seven for details Got misread emails Been tryna chop it up with Obst from the juice mag I stress the coalesce, my best ain't too bad But sun come in second to stupid n***as in do-rags? No separation my n***a, I'm all people Genie, Jafar, Kendrick Lamar and Lil' B too This vegan eat seafood, chickens need to reboot Read mo, moo, me, my, May June, July, mad months Tracks stack toward black fronts Wrote more than half this sh** taking a bad one So funky man, it ain't even coo Jae R for this one, you's a foo Too hard, too strong man, but what can you do? I haven't a clue, I'm just f**ing with you What am I turning into?