NIGHTPHLOX guardin & Flowars
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[Verse 1: guardin]
There's somethin' 'bout this weather
Seven D's, seven G's, go to sleep, bellwether
Playin' tether with the squad in a field full of Falcaria
Scopin' out the area, stuff full of Filaria
Crawlin' up inside my brain, capillaries
My cerebellum tell 'em that pain is contemporary
This pain [dish?] is scattered and splat with crimson, wary
Of the brush stroke, carryin' thoughts, soon to be buried
Dismantle me on a leopard, bring [?]
With a bunch of my homies, playin' Ring Around the Rosie
Easy rest in ramen shaman, tyin' nooses for the Haman
Flow is simply uncommon, catch a shade under the [summit?]
We be jammin' 'til we drop
And there ain't a single motherfucker tellin' us to stop
Lately, I've been divin' in the waters quite a lot
Findin' truth below the surface, servin' purpose 'til you rot, what you got?
Nothing much
Slaughterin' the beat, coming clean with the Cobra Clutch
Followin' my dreams like a fiend going out for lunch
Infamous, my soul, sparking bowls, watching One-Punch
Tryna find my ganja goddess
I've been swimmin' through the stratus while my status being modest
I concur, time's wasted when you're pastin' all your sonance
And if we're just being honest, your existence makes me vomit
There's somethin' 'bout this weather
Seven D's, seven G's, go to sleep, bellwether
Playin' tether with the squad in a field full of Falcaria
Scopin' out the area, stuff full of Filaria
Crawlin' up inside my brain, capillaries
My cerebellum tell 'em that pain is contemporary
This pain [dish?] is scattered and splat with crimson, wary
Of the brush stroke, carryin' thoughts, soon to be buried
Dismantle me on a leopard, bring [?]
With a bunch of my homies, playin' Ring Around the Rosie
Easy rest in ramen shaman, tyin' nooses for the Haman
Flow is simply uncommon, catch a shade under the [summit?]
We be jammin' 'til we drop
And there ain't a single motherfucker tellin' us to stop
Lately, I've been divin' in the waters quite a lot
Findin' truth below the surface, servin' purpose 'til you rot, what you got?
Nothing much
Slaughterin' the beat, coming clean with the Cobra Clutch
Followin' my dreams like a fiend going out for lunch
Infamous, my soul, sparking bowls, watching One-Punch
Tryna find my ganja goddess
I've been swimmin' through the stratus while my status being modest
I concur, time's wasted when you're pastin' all your sonance
And if we're just being honest, your existence makes me vomit
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