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lirik lagu follow me – popkey

it’s rumored that soon my room gon be the roomiest
vesuvius till i ain’t got no roomie it’s
my spirit which resist a mirror pic
insist a realer chick
only get her mirror fix when the lines get sniffed
find mindless lines emit sh-t
ears pr-cked to ignorant bliss
lyrics a kin to experiments
fearing it cuz you guinea pigs
missed this meticulous lyricist
hot as icarus and ain’t a sickness sick as this
stick a dynamite poppin off
dropping off cliffs
so to swan dive
i imbibe
describe life
pied sky’s in my sight in my minds eye
try to keep it open most the time
posted as i’m floating post endorphin high dolphin rides
i serve a rhyme tryin eat while you order thai
sorta psilocybin sort of guy
have a tab of acid then i tour the sky
more than just desire
tend to take hold lately its the same song
take a drug till the pain gone
act erratic when the pain strong
that’s an addict what we need a simple remedy
less of it will lend to less dependency
takin ketamine
and make amphetamines
the medicine ascend a scene
i send a sea of hennessy to settle me
and when a centerfold consent to me
i’ll k!ll the kitty like a kennedy
feline felony, smellin h-lla key lime and melony
tendency to bend mcs
i better better me, bet on me
but they sleepin on the kid to make a bed of me
burn weed it’s deafening
definitely selected me
write this hip hop elegy
i keep it centipede you seventy
when at cmc roll seven deep
gonna be a legend, lennon me
and with the flow shift
might say doomsday is the new prognosis
fuse tickin to blow the fumes could sicken physicians
cut his beat wit the precision
so he’s so sick as sickle cell
no he don’t ever kiss n tell
throwin dough in your wishin wells
hopin the flow is sittin well
i can tell it its’not like a tissue swelled
so f-ck you get the godd-mn flu with a missing, l

mcs incipient
slip into insignificance
dissonance i’m a dissident
spittin it so insidious
sicker than f-cking syphillus
isn’t this kid promiscuous
swimmin up in felicity
trippin into epiphanies
isn’t symphony if it inhibits energy
simpletons spit implicitly
picture women s-d-stically
trick a listener
business in this industry
militants misconditioning children
to k!ll no sympathy
innocence into infantry

so when i say follow you say me:

follow, follow

snappin em wit tenacity
servin em like matr’dee
lyricist switchin visages
pilfering little villages
steal just to feel a little rich
k!ll for a little leverage
but they still feel like a little b-tch