Pelé Lyrics

Now that you in my space

Trip with me to outer space

You with it can't get away

Predicted what misses say

She wicked gone get a spray

She lifted if that the case

I'm fixing to rip today

These mirror images stay

Shits In my head for days

Without me pressing play

Don't doubt me lessons layed

Out drought Bin on the way

How stout I don't play

Now count me in ok

I found me in a cave

Just shouting "fuck this maze"

Can't find my way out of it

I'm blind when they bounce and shit

My mind knowing counterfeits

I'm fine showing out ya bitch

Got damn I need an outlet with

All the stress a mound of it

I digress a fountain kid

God plans the mountains dips

And all that what you call that

That's tall grass I'm all class

Your broke ass don't know jack

Got no cash let me hold that

Get a Kodak better fold stacks

No chit chat get you holed back

That's no class I'm a pro facts

Yeah I wrote that where the ho's at

Santa? and I don't give a front

Door opening I'm focusing

But hopelessly noticing

I'm provoking me I know it's easy

Show me please I can grow to be

That homie G that flows with ease

Earphones on bring me stoves of beats

(Yeah)

And turn that shit up so my ears'll bleed

The lift exceeds mack capacity

Thats ear casualties

Don't throw your cavalry

My way unless you want a blast from me

Gravity catastrophe slapped ya cheek (Whack)

Yeah, homie that's the street

What goes up must come down

You show up you get clowned

I blow up she goes down

Facts of life you know that now

What goes up must come down

You show up you get clowned

I blow up she goes down

Facts of life you know that now

Now that you got a taste

Of spitting with no delay

You kicking it all day

Don't Messi mi Pele

Addicted can't get away

I'm trippin there is a way

Don't miss it and let it lay

Dormant grit your teeth and say

Motherfuck that shit go ahead and slip

Down the back way quick

To the bat cave, drip

All black and shit

That bastard sick

Haphazard grip

Still blast ya fitted

I'll act real slick

Yo I had to sit

Grab the pen imprint

To Graph ya bitch

You just a statistic

I'm fucking ballistic

That's ya chicks name isn't it

My pen game serious

Begin in, oh most prolific

And you know I flow sadistic

Bro that's cold as snowed in districts

Go to shows and blow like Kendrick

I'm far ahead of the curve

I behead all the heard

What's left from the purge

Just the best that you heard

With weaponry ready to murder

Cut the beef like a big ass burger

"Touch my cheeks" I know you heard her

What's the reason to go further

Well let's see

My retna pleased

When she all teased

And in her dreams

Undressing me

You need therapy

Cause we will never be

No we'll never be

Never be

What goes up must come down

You show up you get clowned

I blow up she goes down

Facts of life you know that now

What goes up must come down

You show up you get clowned

I blow up she goes down

Facts of life you know that now