
EASTER ft. J-Prime Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Fuck wit me
Do you think clouds are just God vaping?
No, I don't think that's real, God's not a person
If god is a thing it would be like a thing that don't have a face
But people say god is a person because people have egos
So they want god to look like them
So he's a man in the sky
Like that makes any sense
God probably like a porcupine, or like a tree, or like a body of water
Right, right
Raw shit, uh oh
We eating rice and living life, not out of spite
I lead with light, my evil eye can pree the vibes
I feed the mic these pretty lines, the feeling's nice
With ease I climb to decent heights, might be divine
I really like these scenic nights in easy times
The weakest minds can see the signs, must be the cyph
I feel alive
Laboratory flow the sequence getting spliced and cooked
Shimmering aqua like sequins how my diamonds look
Mordor ain't got shit on me, bitch I'm Elijah Wood
Tripping with a fan and she said that she likes my hooks
Resurrect so much that even Jesus Christ is shook
I flood the system with ether and I hide the goods
He tried to act like a heathen and his life was took
Niggas ain't ever gon be shit so they wipe the books
You ain't got the answers either, lemme light my wood
Hesitant to give you features, you don't write too good
What you make last year, 3/10ths of my price for bookings
Niggas know I never bark I got enough bite for bullets
Cup runneth over how I'm living my life the fullest
You asked if I think that you should get on that mic, you shouldn't
I got some more to say
Shimmy to the court and play
Through the stormy rain
Drifting like a gnome in space
I don't have normal days
Healing from my older ways
Puffing nosygays
Shipped em from the Port of Spain
I had my gory days
Never worse than Norman Bates
I want my glory days
Still I'm saying no to fame
I close the door with grace
Dip but still be sure to wave
I love the shore and waves
Think I gotta go to Maine
I'm tryna tour today
Niggas should coordinate
Aye
I just got my wings I'm in Buffalo wildin
I'm not used to talking bout it I suffer in silence
I gotta organize the money, the clutter is piling
We gotta make a change, enough is enough with the violence
I hold myself as if I'm stuck in a fucking asylum
Cuz ain't nobody I can trust past the shucking and jiving
It's worse to hate on me than jumping in front of a lion
You piss me off I'll fuck you up, you'd be lucky for dying
Get it off the skillet it's hot as a fryer
Always treat it like I'm grilling some dogs on a wire
I cook the beats off what I'm spittin, I call it that fire
But I owe this one all to Prizzy
Yeah nah that's good
That's great