Gizzy Lyrics

I don't walk I levitate an inch off the tile

Resuscitate the inner child

I just want my pockets John Candy

Goin on tour with an opening standup, for real

Bruce Wayne, I recluse and wane

Two step with a noose in vein

This mystic stint is mithril glint

I hope I die too young and they milk my demos

Felonious punk mod Thelonious Monk

Scummy chopper make 'em fuckin side jump

Like Ocarina timed run

Polygonal pigeonhole

Young 50 dollar ounce on the cut

Getting fuckin high like a Jeff Hardy jump

Wise men rhyme gems for the hell of it

He's so real he's bona fide, he's broke and he's irrelevant

Out of the box and knotted got me feelin

Isomorphic yappin'

laughin' stock to me, stealin'

Yappin' isomorphic got rewarded for the boring shit

A couple painted chains and things, thinking you're importantant

Dude lands out with an ounce in his hand

Dove into the alcove, coded a track

Fun with it, ya done with it, Kodak Black

My sets impressive, SFX chip

My exodusin' business is shiftin' to my way

Smokin' resurrection fate

This mystic stint, it's mithril glint

Dude lands out with an ounce in his hand

Got a fad mind

And it's clandestine