2MyKnees (Multiplicity) Lyrics

Multiplicity up in the arms

I'm swinging them regardless

Went from idolizing straight to euthanizing all of my targets

But you love me right, this ain't a do or die

I lose a large amount of prophesying when my tired eyes

Cant see the bottom

I'm the likes of christ i'm riding on this bike

And why these demons on my handlebars

I let the candle spark

I'm most improved on them like Randle bruh

Don't call me vandal bruh

I let my sandal talk and walk a mile in the sands of time

Don't need a camel bruh

Turban on the urban kids

Got more drive than suburban whips

I really wish that syrup stickiness was not as sweet as this

Aye

But to sugar i'm a honey bee

And soon as i pull out my stinger ring up an emergency

Leave me be the death of me is definitely the recipe

My destiny is testing me, aye, so imma ace that shit

I wish that i could call it quits

But god gave me amazing wits

I'm quick to dish assists and shift to Dallas like i'm Jason Kidd

I'm more adjacent then a spaceship made of waste and tin

Hoping i can come to term with space so i can spread my limbs

I come with leverages to spike the night time beverages

Then cross the line so you and i can be a lil more separate

Aye

Displays of selfishness

I list the things that i have took for granted in these sentences

Pardon my state of wickedness

Picture, me rollin in G Wagons not Toyotas

The road don't lead to home no more I only got these photos

A polaroid and empty noise

I smoke so I can fill the void

Imagine if I wasn't regulated

I bleed Obama boy

Presidential Rollies and credit-dentials on OD

My old hoes is always nosey

No wonder it's hard to focus, well fuck em

I love em, a little less than they love me

A couple a drinks away from comparing myself to Mavi

Found trouble up in my chest

And what's best there isn't heartbeat

I fall to fuck to my knees when it seems that i'm feeling lucky

Well fuck em

Yeah, yeah

Well fuck em

Yeah, yeah

Well fuck em

Fuck em

Yeah

I fall the fuck to my knees when it seems that I'm feeling lucky

Well fuck em

No trouble up in my chest

And what's best there isn't a heartbeat

I fall the fuck to my knees when it seems I'm feeling

I fall the fuck to my knees when it seems that it seems that I'm feeling lucky

Multiplicity up in the arms, swinging them regardless

Went from idolizing straight to euthanizing all my targets

But you love me right, this ain't a do or die

I lose a large amount of prophesying when my quiet eyes can't see the bottom

I'm the likes of Christ i'm riding on this bike

And why these demons on my handlebars

I let the candle spark

I'm most improved on em like Randle bruh

Not a vandal, let my sandal talk

And walk a mile in the sand of time, don't need a-

Aye, turban on the urban kids

Got more drive than suburban whips

I really wish that syrup stickiness was not as sweet as this

But to sugar I'm a honeybee

And soon as I pull out my stinger ring up an a

Yeah