MIASMA THEORY ​yayu

[Intro: ]

[Hook: Yayu]
Somethin in the air
Somethin in th
Somethin in the air
Rollin with the punch
Known to tip the scale
Somethin isnt fair

[Verse 1: Yayu]
Its bad to preach imma teach
High fashion, meet at the peak
Italics seep in the speech
Eyebags, we asleep in the streets
Tie back if you see what i see
Weep
Trouble call and it beep
Mouth runnin off with mystique
A couple columns released
Tippin the boys on baseless, fit descriptions
Stuck without the information or restrictions
Inundation, need prescription
Evil faces, equilibrium
Fail to commit, its the fake shit, all they give to him
Traces of his impetus
Im on pace
On pace
You could get hit
Off hate
Pure hate
You know, that shit