Sora ft. Abhi The Nomad Lyrics

I was Kingdom Hearts playing

Feeling Sora than a motherfucker

Hold the key with bigger shoes to fill

Don't feel the formula of other suckers

I feel my thoughts drift

Divorce 'em from the undercover

Cut out that fat

'Cause ain't no need for all that butter brother

They funded suckers and then undermined the real

So now when Things Fall Apart at our Roots

We finna run for cover

Thoughts of the Black and Brown

Get us throwed, we fly off of the bat and bounce

Identical, ain't been smokin'

But they been crackin' down

Labels tryna front like they know what all the passion bout

But you just a metric for the quota

Feel electric than a motor

If you got the drive, they dead it in a moment

And I been steppin' to the focus of my dreams

Tryna get the depth in order

But this decadence is horrid

Spend it for my emptiness, a shell of trifle apathy

My conches layin' on the beach

The hell with my anatomy

Heaven scent, still been smellin' my catastrophe

For betterment of fragrance

I been settlin' for bragging rights

Like how's it over there with odor of an ego

Feelin' major with the choruses and C Notes

Abortin' all the feeble matters

Peep the graph you see 'em at

The fee got rappers peakin' at they entrance

Ya'll adore 'em at the peephole

Shit is rugged like a welcome mat

If I don't feel the love, then the stealth come back

I talk about the door to door like salesmen knocking

'Cause you always find me where they seldom at

Developed tactics to help this rap shit amongst the chaos

And learned success don't give a fuck what the fuck it's based off

The whips they coppin' done gifted options to front the pay off

Fell short of ranges, no wonder we flyin' under radars

'Til Abhi pulled up in the whip and now it's fuck a dayjob

Yeah

It's always fuck a day job until you get a day job

And fuck bein' viral til you viral goin' K-Pop

Two weeks notice, two weeks before COVID

Folks with quote on quote "real jobs" were gettin' laid off

Shut the fuck up

I could turn potatoes into Cape Cod

I could turn a Sous Chef into Raekwon

Halsey got a deal and pulled a Bernie then she Made Off

These pop artists could probably have a fake off

Shut the fuck up

I ain't in this competition, I ain't doin' open verses

If you wanna give me feedback

Say that shit to me in person

I'd tell you to suck my dick

But you can't do it without hurtin'

You might need to have a neck the size of Nickmercs'

All I see is tricks, scams, big curtains

"Indie success" is a rich family helps kids surface

India's best with no thirst traps or dick worship

"But what's the use if the clip jam and the stick working"

Please shut the fuck up, yeah I been Bo Burnham

Fee-fi-fo-fum, I been toe-turnin'

I hope the merch sales is really helpin' pay ya'll

I met ya favorite rapper, it was at a seance

Shut the fuck up

Please hit the like and the follow, link in the bio

I'm here goin' live at the condo, be here tomorrow

I'm writing a song that'll be so short you can swallow

It'll last 'bout a ripe avocado, lightning in bottle

You need to stop it with that flow there

I'm a craft master, and my tracks really blast past

The initial gas factor, but the product really don't wear

Drip like the nasty shit that's hanging outcha nose hair

First it was blog writers, then it was the playlists

Then it was the influencers bought out by the majors

I'm fine with flyin' under radars, gettin' faded

Laughing at ya netting goose egg and retiring on a dayshift

Shut the fuck up