lirik lagu yayu - cruise // suicide watch
[part 1 : “cruise”]
[intro]
shawty talking about building a connection
i’m just tryna build my connections
no hard feelings
ah, sh~t
[verse 1]
yo
i swear my life would have been better with my face in a book
if my kin had picked the literature of flame in the bush
instead my face in the kush, face it
push fragrance, had goodies put in me
good places, good gracious
the dookie loud like i’m still bumping green day
in three pieces, empty fiend tech k!lled in three days
resurrect me, my profession is cheap
i could be dead but now my heaven is the lead to a beat, veteran’s speech
i can’t learn a thing from these kid rappers they mismatching gimp fits, paddling sh~t patterns like
they think it’s sweet till they forgot about yams then they be keeping up the act, that sh~t is not in my plans
no hobbies, my stanzans often and can embody the grand design
god talk echoes for so long that i can’t reply
fans think it’s a racket, grab a ticket, stand in line
snippets on rick’s skits, lil’ bits keeping them tantalized
release dates got my pants on fire, mind work, unless i get dementia i can’t retire
i know my type short, thick and crazy, i’m her main desire
she wish she could blow the white like bro a dandelion, sh~t
if i can’t i’m lying
got her standing by, couple things i can’t decide
already vanished twice
bet my love life would be better if i had any life
if only i could pull ’em with a pesci line
cuttin’ the soft story off, new chop in the convo
ops don’t want it, we got quotes, costco homie, we got bulk
pot roast, stomach and knots, whole block know somebody drop down
don’t happen often in our town, look
remember livin’ off cross~town, golf carts, heart of the peach
all starts in the farthest of reach, his backyard smellin’, hardly discreet
had hard sh~lls all on a feast, now his hard sh~lls are on the street
buy the cartel, summon the demons, need a barbell under the sheets
sh~t’s crazy
[interlude: ben shapiro]
in my view, and in the view of my music theorist father who went to music school, there are three elements to music. there is harmony, there is melody, and there is rhythm. and rap only fulfills one of these: the rhythm section. that is, there’s not a lot of melody, and there’s not a lot of harmony. and thus, it is basically, effectively, spoken rhythm. and so, it’s not actually a form of music; it’s a form of rhythmic speaking
[part 2 : “suicide watch”]
[verse 2]
stuff it down, shove it out
cup a za, puff a cloud
never saw another route
death is always on the prow
kept it on me through the town
all them doors is open now
on the floor absorbing sound
hundred more to pour up out my overflowing soul, new coat
i got rap on the roads
i got cash on the low
i mean my cash on the low
need to feed the brashest
tryna uproot, deep see the habits, beast creeping past, cc the fascists
we can see it happen right in front of our face
i’ve been running in place, party just in my brain
virus coming my way, okay
time is nothing, i’m great
i just wanted my cake
i don’t wanna dilate
i don’t wanna dilate
vision blurry on a suicide watch, i don’t wanna dilate
sh~t get dark, i don’t lose sight, wait
watch me
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