Martin Sky - Void Lyrics
Holly hub sykes, dusting ashes off my denimBucket hat up on my cranium, blaming them for the alienMade it, categories, spit is sicker than they isMicrophone checking and hoping you niggas playingNever free us, only factual, I meant normalGetting recognition from saying absolutely nothingIn the sinner's buttI'm only resting when I'm considered the bestAnd that will probably be tomorrow, understand it, let it settle inA toast for them guys, blunts for the brides ' ahead of the lawsThat you placed upon a rapper that be spitting on some other shitTalking tone about a revolution, I'm the head of itTurn into a literal animal with the pen in handEnergy, yeah, I'm finna speaking in span so I don't give a damnOzone on my window pane, niggaI'm in the clouds, I be soaring through the distance, manBoy of the new sounds, I bet I'm in itCrowd full of hands up, I'm tryna get itRolling up, chilling, y'all tripping, got a lil' weed in my systemAnd a whip, blast my own music, park it here, packing lot pimpingBoy of the new sounds, I bet I'm in itCrowd full of hands up, I'm tryna get itRolling up, chilling, y'all tripping, got a lil' weed in my systemAnd a whip, blast my own music, park it here, packing lot pimpingSimplicity is bitter sweet, look at it bitterlyI'm pondering on cinnamon sticks and rap wizardryPause at the end of the equation we just tryna solveYeah, ain't tryna wait but niggas wanna stallAnd get put off 'cause I ain't really trying to wait on y'allTake the bait and pray it ain't no hook inside your *****ing jawType on my problem, never going back, noBar 24, there's clothes and some shit on that nowI be from the city where you lack and get on upNo, I ain't killing but all of my niggas give no *****sPlease don't be no stain, everybody tryna come upI'mma be cooler with my homies, blowing ozone until the sun's upBoy of the new sounds, I bet I'm in itCrowd full of hands up, I'm tryna get itRolling up, chilling, y'all tripping, got a lil' weed in my systemAnd a whip, blast my own music, park it here, packing lot pimpingBoy of the new sounds, I bet I'm in itCrowd full of hands up, I'm tryna get itRolling up, chilling, y'all tripping, got a lil' weed in my systemAnd a whip, blast my own music, park it here, packing lot pimping
