Landing Site Lyrics

Your money matriculate

Your dollars dissipate

The vultures anticipate

Make ya move premeditate

For the cult they demonstrate

Never halt don't hesitate

Do you bolt just to get the place

Revolt for the better space

What's the cause for forever hate

They make the laws, and they set them

Just Like how they did them fences

We fighting them false pretences

We ain't got no home games

Get got on a stroll mane

Better cop on your domain

Keep a lock on your phone man

Information then there's access

They make it seem like you gotta pass test

They just living in the past tense

Go and get it get the address

If you love it take mad stress

Deal with it, feel wit it, real wit it

I was on Keele wid it, shawty took a kneel wid it

Easy breezy beautifully cover girl baby my alibi

Late night paddock vibe

When you in the air it's a tragic flight

Better keep calm don't panic right

It's a weak storm but no land in sight

There's no landing site

Easy breezy beautifully cover girl baby my alibi

Late-night paddock vibe

When you in the air it's a tragic flight

Better keep calm don't panic right

It's a weak storm but no land in sight

There's no landing site

Ye ain't ever land in the ocean

Man, that's far from a cliff jump

What we've been through I'll never tell

Man, that's far from a fist bump

How do you regard if its enough

How do you respond when its a dub

Thought it was but it isn't love

They ain't really love you like you love them

Can't believe they snubbed you you ain't snub them

From what you receive can't trust them

They just doing it for the buss down

Independent like i'm russ now

Lemme retract that, in the field can't worry about pass back

No petty shit, only big purse B, I'm moving like Percy

Brake right don't Erks thee

Make no move no thirsty

Up & down like a burpee

So how you know what the worth b

Peep the plays can't rehearse thee

They repeat and say what they heard b

Moving ditto like they Kirby

No patience can't wait can't serve me

Only move straight can't curve me

Derail tryna hurt me

No tempo it's a Permy

Either love me or endure me

Won't ever taint its the pure me

I'm not a saint but imma paint

A lot great with a lot of fate

That's a lot to eat, that's a father plate