Buckets
Lyrics
Dripping
With the bars
We call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
That feel good music
I remain committed
Penetrate the brain
Spittin bars
On my mission
Enter my tunnel vision, I'm just switching
On this lyrical track
Through this musical expedition
I create my own lane
A stain in this game
My thought wonders around
Trekking rough terrain
I share my light from the heart
Wear it on my sleeve
The shadowing doubts lurking
But in myself I believe, now
Dripping
With the bars
We call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Drippin
With the bars
We call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Bodyin' the beats
Connectin with the listeners
Punch lines are slappin'
I'm the boxing commissioner
Jaws drop to the floor
Always down for more
It's a heavy weight bout
So I grab a head count
The weights on my shoulders
I shoulder the load
Can't feed you this bread
Dough is no good for the soul
Money's an addiction
That you can't overcome
At what cost?
Selling your soul, cus you're overdone, cus I'm
Drippin'
With the bars
We call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Drippin'
With the bars
We call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
I'mma hit the soul
From the pad to the rhyme
Don't get comfortable
As you recline in my mind
I'm the master, this is my peace
Students quiet
Taking note
Of the masterpiece
When I record
I'm in my element
Jotting in my pad
Living in my place of residence
Music revolves around me
Shapin up to ball
Last seconds on the clock
Ticking away, I'm about to drop
Drippin
With the bars
We call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Dripping
With the bars
We call it buckets
You know, we're about to drop it
Too legit, I gotta spit
From the dome to the pad
These writtens, hit diff-er-ent
Writer(s): Michael Sandberg
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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