Chester Watson - Sycamore lyrics

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Chester Watson - Sycamore lyrics

[Verse 1: Chester Watson] A cup of acid down the hatchet, spit it up Cause he don't give a f** 'bout what you saying, rock the Saiyan cut Brewed it, she the newest n***a blazing up (Vagrant strut) Cruising for a bruising, you's a loser, n***a (Poof! You missing) Peruvian and she Buddhist, fruitless movements lead the group She whip em spiff as f**, ancient technique, he roll the spliff and puff Hit the Dutch, hole in his heart but he don't give a goddamn 'Bout the sleep, catch him resting in peace I told 'em I would be the dude flying in jets, smoking keef leading 'em f**ing these foreign b**hes in hotels overseas Well, I would be, so now I'm just chilling in the woods Smoking good trees, dust is the look Could give a f** 'bout the book, but catch me reading 'em I'm looking for the method to chef gourmet with no seasoning The witch's stew is brewing, I'm tripping fumes in the room, I can't believe it He's a thief or he's a genius, atheistic, breathing demon, what a [Hook: K-Raydio] Silly little joy, stop and watch it happen Wanna save the world, but the world is steady laughing Take another road, swallow in your fear Closer to light, but it's far away from here And you, you didn't hear that from me You didn't hear that from me You didn't hear that from me You didn't hear that from me [Verse 2: Chester Watson] Smoking 'til my chest is yelling, "f** you, Chester" Conquest needs hustle, bet you lack black So you could say that I am what is crack-a-lacking Hit your dip like "Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing!" Miss the world's ending, wave shatter Aliens will tip the loft and the ? drifting cough And I'm chilling like a supervillian should be, yelling ? He trying to save 'em, but the people petty, praying sickness k** him He reminisce of lost evidence, fit the description Less sane than the average factor in his mental giftedness (He get symphonies twisted) Tainted by the ancient Japanese He bleed ritualistically, indeed the kid's a mystic sent from Venus To invade us (hate 'em), spawned of d**h in Hades Watch confetti hit the blades and change the way we see the ways we in I'm faded, you could tell, it's in the gaze I give (Praise the land) Had so much to do and barely grazed the list Cheers [Hook]

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