Friday, July 30, 2021

Find yourself! by Nervexx lyrics

Find yourself!

Nervexx

GENRE
Rap
Hit a rave beat
I notice!
Pressin mothafuckas
Helped me blossom like a lotus
Mud grown!
Water greeting roots when I pop out
Makin up my scene
While I’m rappin
Gettin cash clout

I’m a small mothafucka
In the 6 Double Os
I had no wave
But I watch mine grow
All these house beat boys
I respect their say
If they pay their dues
And they cop something

Like...

Ooooo
Think my feature listings
Hit a price wall
If you wanna cop it
Get em droppin
You in my spot
Ooooo
By the tip of my toes
I raid my set
I sweep let’s go
LETS GO!

(Hook:)

BROKE BOYS THINKIN THEY CAN IMITATE
COME AROUND
ILL SHOW YOU WHAT I MEAN
WHAT I EMANATE
ENERGY HIGH
IT CAN BREAK MY LOWS
SERVIN SUPPER IN THE CENTER
FINNA CURL MY TOES
IN THE SANDS
OF A BEACH
A THOUSAND MILES AWAY
IF IM LIVIN IN A DREAM
I TAKE A NUMBER AND SAY:
“MY HEART GOES OUT TO WRETCHED SOULS, THEY TAKE MY STRENGTH AND PRAY FOR GOLD”

Imma block out the pussy
Exuberating the cash
If i summon all my demons
Tell em get off my ass
Watch a bomb drop
Fillin up a hole
Wit a crater
Simulate my problems
Yeah I think I’ll solve them later
Whatcha know about bounce?
In some Moncler!
Heart GEEKIN, keep it warm
Yeah I’ll get there
Talk to em
Yeah they’ll know my name
Tell em Vexx make moves on all these lames

Down down
There go my head!
Oh no is it my meds?
While while
You get this bread!
Two step
Mothafucka talkin imma dead man

Homie chillin
With the morphine tucked
Imma get it in my system
Finna get this dub
Imma
Calm man
When I’m out my head
Got this audio bumping
Till the day I’m dead
I keep thinkin...
If my notes stay poetic
Hard of hearing apathetic
Yeah it
Sounds like dreamin...
Shit was clear for the money
Now I’m trippin gettin muddy

Here’s a big fuck you
To my Highschool
Same shit when they gawk
What did I do?
Assimilate when I don’t trust friends
How y’all rich as fuck
And whip used benz?

CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND YOU
CREAM
HOPSCOTCH STUMBLE
I DONT WANT YO MEANS
IMMA PUT HIM IN THE DIRT
IF HE BE TALKIN BOUT THE RACES INDEPENDENCE
WHAT IM NEEDING IF I TURN 18

What I did
What I told
If I meant
It’s so!
An the pressure comin loose
When I rip my hose
I'm just running out of gas
In the long run boy
I count my days
Till I stop my ploy

(Chaos)

(Hook:)

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