Dizzy ft. Fydéle Lyrics

Waiting for the day when somebody start rapping

I said waiting for the day when somebody start mapping

I said waiting for the day when somebody start rapping

I said waiting for the day when somebody start mapping

Ayy

Driving out the windy city

Roll the dice

Cruising down the Mississippi

Sitting nice

Boat like outta sight

Need some advice

Weed smoking vice

Might kick it down

Lets leave it all

Don't get appalled

Like House Atreides

Bought a house straight from the eighties okay

Quick dismissal of the mother fuckers

That ain't never looking at the full potential

Of a magic maker

With a bit a flavor

And he cutting deeper than the surface level like a ton of razors

And he's paper cutting

But the blood he leaving shedding greener

Cause he's sitting lost 'stead of dreaming

Reading into deeper

Never hide the heat

Like a fucking misdemeanor

Like you won't believe it

These are the things that'll lead you better days

But'll settle your mind in a dizzy haze

Fuck it can't complain

Finally feeling great

Put me on the road

Give me outer space

Leave you what remains

In a world full of poverty

Honestly I can't begin to complain

Yeah

I ain't got the time

Flying down 290 with the windows down, we fried

If you ain't adding peace

Then you can leave lil bitch, goodbye

Get the hell on

Get the hell on

I ain't got the time

Flying down 290 with the windows down, we fried

If you ain't adding peace

Then you can leave lil bitch, goodbye

Get the hell on

Get the hell on

Give me love

Give me hate

Bitch imma handle it both

Imma server and host

Head cook in the back

Cause I'm supplying my folks

Take a toast

Cause niggas winning

And he chillin with peace

Yeah that nigga be me

And if you feel a way

Then get a way

Please give me six feet

Yeah that video you dropped lit

It's a cold vid

But its 1.9 compared to my all cold shit

Now code switch uh

The essence of your work is rather childish and dull

It's a lose when all you mention is killings you do

All the bitches you fucking

Sorry the women you screw

But who you messaging to

It's like a letter with no meaning

Yeah the cursive look cool

But if your words ain't adding up

Then it's gone leave 'em confused

Hope I ain't leave you confused

I know you process a lil slower

Like computers in school

Tie up your shoes

You tripping hard

You're like a kid who reached their terrible twos

Fucking fool

I ain't got the time

Flying down 290 with the windows down, we fried

If you ain't adding peace

Then you can leave lil bitch, goodbye

Get the hell on

Get the hell on

I ain't got the time

Flying down 290 with the windows down, we fried

If you ain't adding peace

Then you can leave lil bitch, goodbye

Get the hell on

Get the hell on