winded from MALIKA MALIKA by Playsol

Who running?

Me.

Stepping up to say something, money in money out hubby,
pairing up with you got our tummy grown funny,
marry me and rule no luggage. Will you honest?
Hey bud where’d ya friends go? “lost it.
No else but the cockpit, floating through space, out of fuel in a rocket.
Still wears the locket, What’s it all costed, it was all for the moshing,
sink into the soil watch it blossom.
Mission underbelly while the clock tic-tocking,
taking out the trash it don't mean nothing.
Working on some words whittle down then I done it.

Rec slick strips of some sick shit, modest,
take this, take hits, take miss, off it,
picture of a painting in a room for the waiting,
news comes world start shaking. Shipping direct,
how long will it take it? 3 second, cool down with a blessing,
beating that heat, moving tools so techy.
Pumping up some iron that chessy. When the lesson?
Lift it up, it’ll drop if I let it. I got ya no stressing.
Put it on the tab no credit. Pay me no attention that’s, reckless.
busy writing letters that’s texting, white cheese dip that’s Texan.
In the sheets baby that’s sexing, winded running sprints that’s breathless.
Working on my bucket, that’s a checklist. If it bothers you, don’t let it.
Swing with tunes how I said it. Dizzy from the shots call a medic,
tough talk cry empathic, sup dawg been time where da bread at?
X mark spot dig for treasure, I think we’re getting close its wetter,
take stage here’s mic no pressure.

• Acoustic
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• instrumental
• thoughtful
• Pensacola