Chaddwick - Intuitive lyrics

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Chaddwick - Intuitive lyrics

Didn't think so, but here im on a beat i didn't think id jump on Elbow thrustin looking like the air and i are humpin' Gotta be universal to the genre drama, no a**umption This that other option, feeding the lyrics compulsion But i admit the sk** level allows less lung pumpin Coming out any way i want to, like carvin a pumpkin One style dont work, or could be broke, no function Its feels weird i admit, but it feels hot so russian Theres really no rushin', i dont hardly got to convey nothin' After that last track, i lost all reception, i lost all my redemption Threw me straight into a recession This one is really just helping me building up my aggressions Maybe ill snap out of it after a couple of sessions Damn this starting to sound almost like depressions But i never get myself all pushy pushy, im easy on the ejections Its all mushy mushy, ill do it at my discretions I know a clean one when i know it freshens I ask it no questions How can i be so selfish, only rapping about myself Welcome to the new era, otherwise it sits on the shelf Now i am coming for that title belt For whatever title i am dealt Nobody gave me much help I had to figure it out, they didn't even hear me yelp So what can i give back but some provocative Im just trying to vibe you out and get yah to nod that head I write it out and inject that beat with what i bled Keep rotating those tires and kept beefed up tread It dont always matter too much about what is said Just know it came from within unlike what most of you have read You have to get where your going, i know, but that dont always get you ahead Now i am going to get to this with a team, wheres the bobsled The money is cheap, so i select the brown bread You dont think i may have a message to spread But i won't stop until i drop dead Seen many just copped and fled Got so far, it won't always fuel a jet An audience is heaven sent, or blatently putrid Bubble gum looses flavor as to trees well rooted Flows never stuttered, only fluid Foes always ruthless Plans are always polluted Welcome to the three headed lucid

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