Warming Lyrics

Yo yeah

Yo yeah

Yo ay

Ay

Yo yo

Got one shot and I don't mean a tetanus jab

Two-two flows I'm a veteran at

Said you're good when you rap but I'm better than that

Let's rewind and pedal it back

Free you

It couldn't ever be me that fell in the trap

Tellin' me these are negative facts?

What for?

Look from the outside and

You'll see what I rap

It could never be cap

Wrote so fast you could never see

That's when I caught em off guard unexpected

Couldn't detect and your unprotected

Couldn't defend when I spun the next ting

Digital art ain't seen what I'm sketching

Lyrical bars if you're seeking a weapon

On a path tryna lead me to heaven

Living large but it's steep where I'm stepping

You reap what you're reppin'

Can you deep what they're selling?

Too easy to fall and you fell in

Cretin

Maybe the raucous made them forget what they taught us

These are thoughts you're not born with

Like - did a teacher really teach what they taught them?

The level you're reachin is morbid

Whenever I move it's forward

When you're in the room it's awkward

When I'm in the booth it's warnings

When you spit the tune gets boring

I make the tune important

They could've been chattin' before but

I made the room ignore them

Cookin' em tunes its warming up

You can fly away or walk with us

I'm on the rooftop sitting there

Thinking are skyscrapers tall enough?

Soon Ima come tour this bus

All this fuss

Stop talking tough

Like - Talk is cheap

Ain't fooling us

Teach who a lesson ain't schooling us?

Talk a lot of gas why you fueling up?

Does she make you thirsty?

Drooling lots

Sweet like Her-shey's

The cream of the crop

Flirting's worthless

Speaking stopped

I'm working work like Jurgen Klopp

No slippin' and sliding

Birkenstocks

While you sittin' and dining

Earn your Guap

Living this life and learning lots

Sell it and buy it and earn this prof

Letting it rock like some urban goth

My tune come humid - Durban hot

Don't wanna hear your guy man turn it off

(ay turn that shit off man)

I'm tryna put on too much salaries and burn it off

Burn em off ay

Burn em off

Burn em off ay

Burn em

I'm putting the pen to the pad

But I ain't no regular lad

Cause a racket no tennis or badminton

Hit a riddim should send it to Vlad

I'm getting better it's gettin' em mad

When you made mistakes they were endlessly glad

The level of jealousy that's

Just remember my memory bad

Too busy too message you back

I cook in the stu it's

When I move I move intact

Smooth with it still printing fax