Bitch!
Handmade Spirals, this is the final track, y'all better listen closely
They won't even understand this shit, you gotta let this shit sink in a while, listen to it again and shit
I'm about to kill these motherf*ckers with this last verse, listen
Uh, yeah
I'm about to say some shit they don't even understand, I'm about to start speaking in another language and shit (Uh, look)
Bitch!
Uh
I been had a vision, I can see they're mad at us
People think they know me, you don't know the half of it
Keep my circle small, you don't know, it ain't know accident
Know that when I pass, they'll be coming back to this
I'm addicted to the music, I keep practicing
Jump up on a track and tear that shit apart, it's hazardous
And they're talking on my label, boy, that's blasphemy
People steady talking but it ain't no one surpassing me
I can't rest until I know that they'll remember me
Pressure of my legacy, this stress I carry endlessly
People try to keep me down but they can't get to me
I give a lot but they can never get the best of me
And you better come correct if you're addressing me
It's Heath on the vocals and the beat, I do everything
And they gon' say my name for centuries
Working to the grave, may the music be the death of me, ugh
These bitches don't even know what that means!
Ha!
Handmade Spirals!
What, you thought I wasn't just gonna talk on the track? Bitch!
F*ck you!
Woodshop Records, 2024, we're on some different shit, nobody else is on this shit bro, they don't even understand this shit, Handmade Spirals the mixtape, hope y'all enjoyed it. I'm out
Heathmoor - Pied Piper Lyrics
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English
Bitch!
Handmade Spirals, this is the final track, y'all better listen closely
They won't even understand this shit, you gotta let this shit sink in a while, listen to it again and shit
I'm about to kill these motherf*ckers with this last verse, listen
Uh, yeah
I'm about to say some shit they don't even understand, I'm about to start speaking in another language and shit (Uh, look)
Bitch!
Uh
I been had a vision, I can see they're mad at us
People think they know me, you don't know the half of it
Keep my circle small, you don't know, it ain't know accident
Know that when I pass, they'll be coming back to this
I'm addicted to the music, I keep practicing
Jump up on a track and tear that shit apart, it's hazardous
And they're talking on my label, boy, that's blasphemy
People steady talking but it ain't no one surpassing me
I can't rest until I know that they'll remember me
Pressure of my legacy, this stress I carry endlessly
People try to keep me down but they can't get to me
I give a lot but they can never get the best of me
And you better come correct if you're addressing me
It's Heath on the vocals and the beat, I do everything
And they gon' say my name for centuries
Working to the grave, may the music be the death of me, ugh
These bitches don't even know what that means!
Ha!
Handmade Spirals!
What, you thought I wasn't just gonna talk on the track? Bitch!
F*ck you!
Woodshop Records, 2024, we're on some different shit, nobody else is on this shit bro, they don't even understand this shit, Handmade Spirals the mixtape, hope y'all enjoyed it. I'm out
Handmade Spirals, this is the final track, y'all better listen closely
They won't even understand this shit, you gotta let this shit sink in a while, listen to it again and shit
I'm about to kill these motherf*ckers with this last verse, listen
Uh, yeah
I'm about to say some shit they don't even understand, I'm about to start speaking in another language and shit (Uh, look)
Bitch!
Uh
I been had a vision, I can see they're mad at us
People think they know me, you don't know the half of it
Keep my circle small, you don't know, it ain't know accident
Know that when I pass, they'll be coming back to this
I'm addicted to the music, I keep practicing
Jump up on a track and tear that shit apart, it's hazardous
And they're talking on my label, boy, that's blasphemy
People steady talking but it ain't no one surpassing me
I can't rest until I know that they'll remember me
Pressure of my legacy, this stress I carry endlessly
People try to keep me down but they can't get to me
I give a lot but they can never get the best of me
And you better come correct if you're addressing me
It's Heath on the vocals and the beat, I do everything
And they gon' say my name for centuries
Working to the grave, may the music be the death of me, ugh
These bitches don't even know what that means!
Ha!
Handmade Spirals!
What, you thought I wasn't just gonna talk on the track? Bitch!
F*ck you!
Woodshop Records, 2024, we're on some different shit, nobody else is on this shit bro, they don't even understand this shit, Handmade Spirals the mixtape, hope y'all enjoyed it. I'm out
Writer: Sam Stainsby
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid