CYN - Razorpalmtrees lyrics

{​Verse 1: Cyn}​ Norsemen and horsemen battling with who*emen, rabbit huntin with dad; hes gone now it makes me sad emotional boys is just a fad,rap s**s so why make it; art makes more money than i make with the artsy women they ain't fake sandcastle; buildin at the beach filled with bleach suicide water with the palms as razors sand made of codeine and cobain waves comin in you feel me now uhhh; dumb son and young, new to the game i ain't strung, rozz gives me hope but i probably won't blow up throw up, stuff that the bottom feeders love underground support is what we all need: My flow like a boat missing flags and oars getting sores from this rough spitting, not as bad as you think, no kidding Razor palm trees, hit it