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BLOOR Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Afterhours with the flask askin' for powers
He shot it down in my hour of weakness, holding my crown 'gainst the ground
Hope it drown out my sorrows, my tears forming a puddle
It clears up 'fore you notice I couldn't hold it
This pressure keepin' me sore
Don't be surprised if I'm stretched out the floor
You coulda did more
All you did was record it
All you did was Story it
That's how we get sorted
Got you doing viewings over the cordless
This life gorgeous, but she a whore
Ion know what to else to call it
You fucked either way nigga might as well profit
By the way, did I mention I'm exhausted?
Off it, 24/7 in a substance
Rush hit only for a second when my lungs lift
Uphill battle, must feel great
Trust us, kids don't know no better
Must be powder, must be drink
Guess I oughta go insane
And who could blame me?
I need an invite to the party
Where all the water taste like molly
In all white like Dej, feel godly
My good girl dressed up all naughty
And kids sing
And kids sing
The kids sing champagne
And kids sing
I mastered doubt
Who want me inclined to throw in the towel?
Sometimes it feel like myself, fickle and foul
And I'm shrouded, I bill a cloud
Then sound out a vowel
My habits weighing me down, but they get me up off the mattress
Time to give 'em a hat trick
I just passed this shit back to myself
Accent aigus in the crowd, niggas is proud
I gave 'em sumn to talk about
Light jog by now as these niggas walkin' out
Thank Unk that I'm runnin'
Gave me a jump, I'm out
That Rocket Power
And I pocket another Power Stone
God got me now, ain't got nun out here to cower from
Reporting live from out the catacomb
Rattled some bitch niggas that left they cameras home
All that spotlight, Imma grab it for 'em
It's not your turn
Let's see how this turn out
A lotta niggas just started and burned out, yeah
Thought of the art and we brought it to your house, yeah
Thought it'd be obvious? We Dante's Inferno
I mean DiGiorno shouldn't even have bothered to warm up
They brought it to your door, we cooked this shit up in ya furnace
I ain't touch the furniture
Took out the garbage, already done the chores
You won't hear about 'em no more
You won't hear about 'em no more
You won't hear about 'em no more
Right?
Right
K!