Sea Legs

Lyrics

Really fell out the lane with this shit
 Man, print this shit, "I'm a misfit"
 Got a style from the guts of the most irrational beast in the district
 Born to the next gen system
 Slow water drip to the temple to live in a prison
 When the walls don't appear to your vision
 One floor down from that mall's that prison
 Where shower stalls'll get all y'all missin'
 Pardon me, I got half-wit vision
 But fuck I know, I just crawled here, cap'n
 Pass me the baton, the rest a ya'll batten the hatches
 In fact, better scram, I'm a bastard
 On the lam in a hatchback blasting some rap shit, trying not to slam into traffic
 With my feet on the wheel and my hands through the moon roof laughing
 Let's crash this
 See the truth from the womb is a fool-proof plan to be doomed while the damned do they dances
 So I move through the room like an animal fooling a master
 But I don't got love for the hand with the food, matter fact I am drooling at that shit
 I don't only bite but I'm rabid
 Try to pet my fucking head again and I'ma put a tooth through the flesh of the palm that you jack with
 This city just screams black magic, and the threat to my heart got traction
 Maybe should've never started this path
 Every time I get a chance to advance it's backwards
 "No thanks" to my very own actions
 Get a couple good drinks in the kid
 I can flip on a friend, take a drug, fuck a chick that I shouldn't
 Oh god, I am one of those mad men
 Trying not to walk crooked while this anchor's dropped
 But I been out on them choppy waves and it's hard to say where this land begins and that water stops
 I got sea legs, I got sea legs
 I got sea legs (sea legs)
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 Real shit, I came for the jewels
 I'm the killer of kings and fools
 I'm the reason the season for treason starts this evening
 And this evening the odds ain't even
 People praying to the gods but the gods ain't even listening
 Don't matter if you're Muslim, Hebrew, Christian
 When death runs in the distance, there will be no "mercy mes"
 There will be no reprieve for the thieves
 There will be no respect for The Thrones
 No master mastered these bones
 Your idols all are my rivals
 I rival all of your idols
 I stand on towers like Eiffel, I rifle down all your idols
 Niggas will perish in Paris, niggas is nothing but parrots
 I write for the writers that write for the liars that impress you and your parents
 Is this real or another dimension?
 Am I trippin' here in the kitchen?
 Am I a victim of my convictions?
 I feel my sanity slippin'
 And I think I like the freedom
 Cannibal, animal, rappers I eat'em
 Even in Dubai I smoke like it's legal
 Bitch so exotic she rode on a zebra
 Made in America home of the (eagle)
 Home of the (anger), home of the (evil)
 Do what I do for the good of my people
 Holding my lane, smoke jane in a Regal
 Trying not to walk crooked while this anchor's dropped
 But I been out on them choppy waves and it's hard to say where this land begins and that water stops
 I got sea legs, I got sea legs
 I got sea legs
 Trying not to walk crooked while this anchor's dropped
 But I been out on them choppy waves and it's hard to say where this land begins and that water stops
 I got sea legs, I got sea legs
 I got sea legs (sea legs)
 ♪
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Song Details

Duration
03:40
Key
1
Tempo
130 BPM

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