Bum Knee Syndrome Lyrics

Smokin' some weed, back to the fight

Fuckin' again, back to the fight

Life is a wheel, I'm hurtin' to heal

Stargazin' all of the night, bright and its bumpin'

Reece write pieces to recite ain't it somethin

Songs to dissect and examine, consumption

Calamity with gumption, cacophony a prophecy

Obviously I body a beat, singin' the spirit my body is free

Bringin' the slaughter I'm King Kong, walk around and topple trees

Harder than monogamy, I talk and then she toppin' me

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Ashamed by the migraine made by the game

When a lame ass stain of a rapper complains

About the state we created, "everyone's the same now, Billboard's to blame"

Mohawk, my flows god-like and it's tight

Lo-fi, the smokes high, Buckingham Green live

Reece is a god, ancient spirit of time

Got the gearin' to rhyme, I'm appearin' divine

I do not care how I appear to most

Eatin' souls, Blackstar, I'm Def the Mos

Crazy from the coast if you play an approach

Wanna make impression turn me into professional

Jammin' like Aggretsuko, yeah you know the rest hoe

About the chest blowin' Balboa with the best flow

If you dislike it, doesn't matter, disagree

Sparkin' up and sippin' lean that sparkles like a crystalline

Fuckin' up my system might need an antihistamine

Smokin' so much shatter that my bladder pissin' THC