Istasha The Scrub - The Heat From The Sun Is No (Lyrics)
🎶 Istasha The Scrub - The Heat From The Sun Is No (Prod. ISTASHA) 🎶
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Cart filled loud to the brim
Back bent from the weight
Feel the silence like a brick to the head
Stay sickle like a spine on trial
When I’m Giles Old Corey keep it silent
No fentanyl
40 rocks, More weight, I’m might vomit
Call me monetary gain, im a prophet
Save face, No shame, No stopping, No capping
My retina, blank
Stay blocking up
Swing wide, go side
Never age, Soul side
Rewind, Benjamin
Overtime, Dolls eye
Could vision, No flash
But I’m full blind
Overclock shifting No crash And I’m all fine
Cart filled loud to the brim
Back bent from the weight
Feel the silence like a trail of a witch
Shit
Feel lost
Crow pack, Have my teeth picked
Let em come back with the tides and I’m sea sick
If I’m ever losing touch
I’m out the back
K.O
Cannot keep on taking shot
Crack
Sarajevo
Phantom pains is all I got
Block
Bodies in the gutter
Cup of rot
Duck thots
Bye buttercup
In the background
Split me like a wing
Huh
Manufacture up
Worship anything
huh
Getting dragged down
Went in that thing
Black hole
Succ
Turn into a coiled up spring
Go
Red light
I’ll intersect that spot
Call me six
How I’m sensing the plot
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