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Simmer Down Video (MV)




Performed By: Kevin Flum
Featuring: Mike's Dead
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Kevin Flum, Michael Calore




Kevin Flum - Simmer Down Lyrics
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[ Featuring Mike's Dead ]

Slide in like a drive thru
Gold dog tag in the sun probably blinds you
Only smoke the finest yeah I like it exquisite
Rollin up broomsticks getting higher than Quidditch
And they said I fell off
No bitch I didn't
I was lost for a while
But now I get it
Ooh couple millions views on a track so what
I got hella potential man I can do so much
Head up to my room and I go and write some lyrics down
Man I hope the people really wanna hear me now
Taking shit so serious just simmer down
Simmer down
Simmer like its Brown Rice
You gone know my sound right
Try to take my style so they copying my sound byte
Pussy so good had to f*ck around and pound twice
And then I drop her off and hit my homie down in crown heights
Riding real slow wonder where are you going
Living life like a mime you steady go through the motions
Bring the pot to a simmer you got more salt than the ocean
We out here chilling with girls you sit at home with the lotion
So login into my page google my age
I'm sick of the fakes
Always putting on a front to hide malevolent ways
Lotta talking online but don't say shit to my face
Its like the way I pick friends I made a hundred mistakes
So I head into my room and write some lyrics down
Man I hope the people really wanna hear me now
Takin shit so serious just simmer down
Simmer down simmer down
Big dick energy you haters can't reciprocate
Thank you for the stream you sad fish aye you bit the bait
Move along yeah I'm done with that ass
You know my name ring bells like I'm done with a class
I was, so gone I couldn't find myself
Now I'm on a straight path I realigned myself
I get it when I get it I don't time myself
And I got my own back like I'm behind myself
Got my own back I live alone on an island
You f*ckers worn out you need to check on the mileage
Spark and hit the gas then I turn to a pilot
Look, now we moving in silence
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English

Slide in like a drive thru
Gold dog tag in the sun probably blinds you
Only smoke the finest yeah I like it exquisite
Rollin up broomsticks getting higher than Quidditch
And they said I fell off
No bitch I didn't
I was lost for a while
But now I get it
Ooh couple millions views on a track so what
I got hella potential man I can do so much
Head up to my room and I go and write some lyrics down
Man I hope the people really wanna hear me now
Taking shit so serious just simmer down
Simmer down
Simmer like its Brown Rice
You gone know my sound right
Try to take my style so they copying my sound byte
Pussy so good had to f*ck around and pound twice
And then I drop her off and hit my homie down in crown heights
Riding real slow wonder where are you going
Living life like a mime you steady go through the motions
Bring the pot to a simmer you got more salt than the ocean
We out here chilling with girls you sit at home with the lotion
So login into my page google my age
I'm sick of the fakes
Always putting on a front to hide malevolent ways
Lotta talking online but don't say shit to my face
Its like the way I pick friends I made a hundred mistakes
So I head into my room and write some lyrics down
Man I hope the people really wanna hear me now
Takin shit so serious just simmer down
Simmer down simmer down
Big dick energy you haters can't reciprocate
Thank you for the stream you sad fish aye you bit the bait
Move along yeah I'm done with that ass
You know my name ring bells like I'm done with a class
I was, so gone I couldn't find myself
Now I'm on a straight path I realigned myself
I get it when I get it I don't time myself
And I got my own back like I'm behind myself
Got my own back I live alone on an island
You f*ckers worn out you need to check on the mileage
Spark and hit the gas then I turn to a pilot
Look, now we moving in silence
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Writer: Kevin Flum, Michael Calore
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