Concha
(Prod. R3X Wonder, Cubano White)
[Hook: R3X Wonder]
I hear the sound, still tripping, hitting, sipping the juice
I feel the ground, legs slipping, shift is waving the groove
I hear it loud, how many times I gotta say it you fool
I brought some conchas for ya conscious ,soak it , milky the truths
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[Verse 1: R3X Wonder]
Look
I hear the...
Dance with my groove
I heard the town sick
Gotta, medicate them with truth
They need the counseling
They, greed is turning them loose
They lost they damn head
Eye, brought guillotine news
The noose can hang dead debt
Yeah
Just marketing truth
I brought the damn bread
Bred for all the sweet tooths
Now hear this damn thread, led
Yeah tread water with roots
Don't go to damn bed
No, look, face them, salute
Don't tell me you ain't understanding me
Too wavy on the beat, you prolly drowned from all the sleep
Never caught a peak, you never rose from all the tweaks
Let a boy speak he got Poseidon on the team
Call the boy Greek, got platonic on the sheet
West west coast, dub dub it when you speak
But I ain't gotta talk about the conches for the weak
Listen to the sonics of this oceanic geek
[Hook]
Mexican pastry shaped to resemble a conch shell. Rex is alluding to supplying food for thought