Lyrics atlas – Autumn
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Shouts to Purpan
Shouts to bad summer
Guess it’s over now tho
It’s finally autumn
That warmth in the air
To contrast with the frost on my conscious, it’s nonsense
Been beated, defeated and hit
Eve the seized and the deceased or have to cease and assist
On some dimebag barrel I killed a beat and then dip
It’s like a first kiss how I bring the heat from my lips
See I’m keepin’ small circles like John Lennon’s glasses
Rollin’ Stone movin’ through a long winded passage
But time is on my side, watch the clock when they passage
Don’t like to abide I’m not often in classes
Like bong rippin’ half-wits
Stoned young golems
And that shit’s precious like Gollum was rappin’
Audience clappin’
The rest y’all makin’ fables
I’m servin’ cats up in the booth like I’m waiting tables
‘Cause I’m about to do it all without a major label
Those Adam and Eves will see the sun that’s canned and able
Canned and able me to savor me
Never named for free you have to pay the fee to label me
And if you ain’t at peace with how I’m savin’ these delayed MC’s
Then fuck it, wait until the April season comes and try to savor me