Yo, heard it down the grapevine
Fate? Time to change mine
And I Ain't trying to stay sublime
Yo, it's too easy to move freely
I go forward in it, for I know more of it
The orbital ordinance ready to touch down
Discreet above ground
Even when streets deep with bloodhounds,
Evil would weep sweet tears for me to dumb down
And yet I'm onto the skittish temperamental mental that'll diminish
My rhyme schemes should I be seen quickly given, and then be giving in to admittance
Good riddance, if that should make the difference
And seeing as it don't, it keep this man afloat
With easy reaching past the rope for what I need to banish quotes
'Bout fantasies of lands of dope
Yo, I'm releasing antidotes
See, its just rhymin that don't need adjust-ment
I'm in a sea of f*cks tryin for a piece of crust whinin
Guess I'll leave enough for eyein once I reach the cusp and dive in
Ain't no meaner mug than my grin
Mmmm, Alright
I should back pedal, and level
I ain't no damn rebel, holding the hand metal
However, I can meddle with ya fans mental
Never let the sands settle!
That the type a shit to leave a man disheveled
Reelin from the healing I'm sealing inside the mind of which I'm appearing
But dealing the constant jeering is not appealing
For any left still cheerin
So I guess I better be endearing for the trickery
The mystery
Makin em liking the upper echelon quickly, admittedly intermittently
But Soon I'll be makin it to history
As the original missionary
That was never concerned with the victory
Publicity
In fact better be missing me
My motto is "mano y mano, and do not doddle"
Waiting for a crowd, the f*ckboi clown got hollowed
Now he's off to wallow
The Staccato "Bravo bravo" follow, all sardonic n awful
Better luck tomorrow, but maybe just try ya hand at the lotto
Heh
I'm too funny, with all the shit talking
Ooh, buddy, I'm better by a big margin
But I should quit larking, move money and get walking, the ball rollin
And when I been ballin, well ill be open
To pick it apart, and, call on all showmen
That ain't bout the quick solving
Just the slick shit to rip and rip often
But 'fore you think I'm with the rap game hit squadding
Lemme just say we all needing the being able to
Admit fault in discharging wack rhymes
Bout wantin the wack times to be dissolving
Yo, heard it down the grapevine
Fate? Time to change mine
And I Ain't trying to stay sublime
Today I visited
The graveyard of memories
Put my head to knees
And remembered my enemies
On the crumbled stone
I placed one white rose
And went blow for blow
With the demons I know
The trees Hung their heads low
As I watched over those who never reaped what they sowed
And it just might a gave me hold, if not for the cold
I wandered through the fallen
Pondered on and on, and could not stop bawling
New ideas dawning when nobody is watching in this crowd of a conscience
The plea of all suffering brought me to a regretful place
Mental state hovering from one to the other end
I loved it when I could make her grin
If only to touch again
I crave to visit the Sea-salt air where there wasn't a single care
Mellow blowin, no "hello omen" the well anointed and well awoken
The chilling water blanketing my body
Ancient and godly
Playing me the sounds of a thousands bouts of laughter drowned
Honestly!
Fused with the summery breeze, it was something to see
Liftin me up from my seat when I was stuck on the reef
It was good to be free
I sunk instead
In the muddied graveyard of the words, the words that I have said
And spent the rest of time lying heavy in my head
Another memory
Laid to rest
Wishing all the best
And yet Nevertheless fret
Over future tests
On abilities to digest
Eden Dowlen - Waiting Inside the Glovebox (feat. Towelphant) Lyrics
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Yo, heard it down the grapevine
Fate? Time to change mine
And I Ain't trying to stay sublime
Yo, it's too easy to move freely
I go forward in it, for I know more of it
The orbital ordinance ready to touch down
Discreet above ground
Even when streets deep with bloodhounds,
Evil would weep sweet tears for me to dumb down
And yet I'm onto the skittish temperamental mental that'll diminish
My rhyme schemes should I be seen quickly given, and then be giving in to admittance
Good riddance, if that should make the difference
And seeing as it don't, it keep this man afloat
With easy reaching past the rope for what I need to banish quotes
'Bout fantasies of lands of dope
Yo, I'm releasing antidotes
See, its just rhymin that don't need adjust-ment
I'm in a sea of f*cks tryin for a piece of crust whinin
Guess I'll leave enough for eyein once I reach the cusp and dive in
Ain't no meaner mug than my grin
Mmmm, Alright
I should back pedal, and level
I ain't no damn rebel, holding the hand metal
However, I can meddle with ya fans mental
Never let the sands settle!
That the type a shit to leave a man disheveled
Reelin from the healing I'm sealing inside the mind of which I'm appearing
But dealing the constant jeering is not appealing
For any left still cheerin
So I guess I better be endearing for the trickery
The mystery
Makin em liking the upper echelon quickly, admittedly intermittently
But Soon I'll be makin it to history
As the original missionary
That was never concerned with the victory
Publicity
In fact better be missing me
My motto is "mano y mano, and do not doddle"
Waiting for a crowd, the f*ckboi clown got hollowed
Now he's off to wallow
The Staccato "Bravo bravo" follow, all sardonic n awful
Better luck tomorrow, but maybe just try ya hand at the lotto
Heh
I'm too funny, with all the shit talking
Ooh, buddy, I'm better by a big margin
But I should quit larking, move money and get walking, the ball rollin
And when I been ballin, well ill be open
To pick it apart, and, call on all showmen
That ain't bout the quick solving
Just the slick shit to rip and rip often
But 'fore you think I'm with the rap game hit squadding
Lemme just say we all needing the being able to
Admit fault in discharging wack rhymes
Bout wantin the wack times to be dissolving
Yo, heard it down the grapevine
Fate? Time to change mine
And I Ain't trying to stay sublime
Today I visited
The graveyard of memories
Put my head to knees
And remembered my enemies
On the crumbled stone
I placed one white rose
And went blow for blow
With the demons I know
The trees Hung their heads low
As I watched over those who never reaped what they sowed
And it just might a gave me hold, if not for the cold
I wandered through the fallen
Pondered on and on, and could not stop bawling
New ideas dawning when nobody is watching in this crowd of a conscience
The plea of all suffering brought me to a regretful place
Mental state hovering from one to the other end
I loved it when I could make her grin
If only to touch again
I crave to visit the Sea-salt air where there wasn't a single care
Mellow blowin, no "hello omen" the well anointed and well awoken
The chilling water blanketing my body
Ancient and godly
Playing me the sounds of a thousands bouts of laughter drowned
Honestly!
Fused with the summery breeze, it was something to see
Liftin me up from my seat when I was stuck on the reef
It was good to be free
I sunk instead
In the muddied graveyard of the words, the words that I have said
And spent the rest of time lying heavy in my head
Another memory
Laid to rest
Wishing all the best
And yet Nevertheless fret
Over future tests
On abilities to digest
Fate? Time to change mine
And I Ain't trying to stay sublime
Yo, it's too easy to move freely
I go forward in it, for I know more of it
The orbital ordinance ready to touch down
Discreet above ground
Even when streets deep with bloodhounds,
Evil would weep sweet tears for me to dumb down
And yet I'm onto the skittish temperamental mental that'll diminish
My rhyme schemes should I be seen quickly given, and then be giving in to admittance
Good riddance, if that should make the difference
And seeing as it don't, it keep this man afloat
With easy reaching past the rope for what I need to banish quotes
'Bout fantasies of lands of dope
Yo, I'm releasing antidotes
See, its just rhymin that don't need adjust-ment
I'm in a sea of f*cks tryin for a piece of crust whinin
Guess I'll leave enough for eyein once I reach the cusp and dive in
Ain't no meaner mug than my grin
Mmmm, Alright
I should back pedal, and level
I ain't no damn rebel, holding the hand metal
However, I can meddle with ya fans mental
Never let the sands settle!
That the type a shit to leave a man disheveled
Reelin from the healing I'm sealing inside the mind of which I'm appearing
But dealing the constant jeering is not appealing
For any left still cheerin
So I guess I better be endearing for the trickery
The mystery
Makin em liking the upper echelon quickly, admittedly intermittently
But Soon I'll be makin it to history
As the original missionary
That was never concerned with the victory
Publicity
In fact better be missing me
My motto is "mano y mano, and do not doddle"
Waiting for a crowd, the f*ckboi clown got hollowed
Now he's off to wallow
The Staccato "Bravo bravo" follow, all sardonic n awful
Better luck tomorrow, but maybe just try ya hand at the lotto
Heh
I'm too funny, with all the shit talking
Ooh, buddy, I'm better by a big margin
But I should quit larking, move money and get walking, the ball rollin
And when I been ballin, well ill be open
To pick it apart, and, call on all showmen
That ain't bout the quick solving
Just the slick shit to rip and rip often
But 'fore you think I'm with the rap game hit squadding
Lemme just say we all needing the being able to
Admit fault in discharging wack rhymes
Bout wantin the wack times to be dissolving
Yo, heard it down the grapevine
Fate? Time to change mine
And I Ain't trying to stay sublime
Today I visited
The graveyard of memories
Put my head to knees
And remembered my enemies
On the crumbled stone
I placed one white rose
And went blow for blow
With the demons I know
The trees Hung their heads low
As I watched over those who never reaped what they sowed
And it just might a gave me hold, if not for the cold
I wandered through the fallen
Pondered on and on, and could not stop bawling
New ideas dawning when nobody is watching in this crowd of a conscience
The plea of all suffering brought me to a regretful place
Mental state hovering from one to the other end
I loved it when I could make her grin
If only to touch again
I crave to visit the Sea-salt air where there wasn't a single care
Mellow blowin, no "hello omen" the well anointed and well awoken
The chilling water blanketing my body
Ancient and godly
Playing me the sounds of a thousands bouts of laughter drowned
Honestly!
Fused with the summery breeze, it was something to see
Liftin me up from my seat when I was stuck on the reef
It was good to be free
I sunk instead
In the muddied graveyard of the words, the words that I have said
And spent the rest of time lying heavy in my head
Another memory
Laid to rest
Wishing all the best
And yet Nevertheless fret
Over future tests
On abilities to digest
Writer: Eden Dowlen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid