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Leader of the new school like Slick Rick the ruler Should've went to Harvard like Yara could school you Soul Monday when I'm off the medulla The fuck top five? My nigga, who's cooler? Crying on the plane, young boy gon' do it Dollars lose trace, got a thing in Saint Louis I'm just tryna make a name in the music I'm driving down the street and all the pretty girls lose it (Baby) Once upon a time I was the coolest Valentine's Day just came, got a tullips Now I'm on the PCH cruising If you ain't with the tie dye, well, you better move it (You ain't with thе tie dye?) They wonder how I do it, how I do it You can see me talking to the ocean, man, I'm fluent And it's fluid, ha, yeah, it's Christian And I ride more waves than a cruiseship I got Calabasas going stupid I wish I could give you this feeling This feeling This feeling It's fuelling (No cap, cap) I wish I could give you this feeling This feeling This feeling It's fuelling (No cap, cap) Letras de canciones Look, no gravity, wavy baby, the ICON So happy, spit a verse long as a python, uh You can't understand the heights that my kites on Cleaning out your lyrics 'fore lights on This is like Fight Club, for the written words, spit a poem, mirrorverse You probably couldn't spit a verse (Nah) Yeah you did it but I did it first If I'm looking for a copycat, I never gotta search, it's right here Man I can make the pain disappear, for your nightmares [?] dreams, when I cry tears, light years away from the Earth Said I'm flying in the higher sphere, criteria's too serious I told you niggas the flow was growing delirious (Woo) Flow in pyramid, the Sphinx water erosion with no ocean I swear your mind is slow poking, I'm not joking And if the hook wasn't coming, I'd be still going I wish I could give you this feeling This feeling This feeling It's fuelling (No cap, cap) I wish I could give you this feeling This feeling This feeling It's fuelling (No cap, cap) Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh The Hills can't hold me Your window where rocks are flowing Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh I swear I ring your doorbell, girl, your momma knows me But I'm probably just gon' walk home all alone and feel the pain I get the pen and paper going 'cause it feed my needs A young sophisticated one, only queens could see You bleeds with ease, and to a nice evening The Shangalana Vana, Heaven, that's between her knees, I need to see Need my wings, I need to eat I need completed pictures, memories It's fading, oh babe, you know I'm crazy In the time of Summer haze 'Cause I know a lotta figures talking 'cause they need the king Know a lotta niggas testing but believe in me More wet than your every flow, when I sneeze you geeze Please believe, you rolling with some G's Louise I like to let it all burn like [?] And give a speech on my Martin Luther Lose a tooth inside the booth And you know a younging spitting the truth And the GOAT, Virgil, you living proof, ayy what up? From Letras Mania