Q572 - Micronauts Lyrics

Sweat is like tear drops
That came from your balls
Spall and ball spall and ball
Hit your mother in the mouth
The other day
Ask her how the fuck it taste?
Yeah this the race
Fighting off these demons
Coldest case
Slowest pace
Hard hitter
Slow sipper
Big dipper
We deliver
For that
Making money with a quarter snap
Gotta snap
Cash app
Gotta snap
With the Apple and the sprite
For the night
For the song
I could write it like a poem
Think I gotta find me another vice
Vice
Think I gotta find me another fight
Fight
Think I gotta find me another vice
Vice
Think I gotta find me another fight
Fight
Leave this bitch alone
This my dark room
Leave the tide pods for the kids
Watch them all consume
Hope you catch a bird eye
Run off with no Thera-Flu
Hope you fly off or die off
This cliff we call life
Hate to leave you hanging
But the noose fits you so right
Screaming bout a fight fight fight fight fight fight fight
Wilder than the Thornberries
Darwin’s never right
Don’t talk to me
No politics cause we evolved
Over time
Think I gotta find me another vice
Vice
Think I gotta find me another fight
Fight
Think I gotta find me another vice
Vice
Think I gotta find me another fight
Fight
Player player player
Where’s your cane and your smoke?
Player player player
Who’s the illest of them all?
Player player player
Stream us live now
Through a hub
On a God-feed
Can you feel me now?
Hear it through the stereo
Fuck you shitty speakers
This the truth you don’t want that smoke
So fuck off with them speakers
Go glisten for terror
96 rhymes
2019 Q5 time to shine
Think I gotta find me another vice
Vice
Think I gotta find me another fight
Fight
Think I gotta find me another vice
Vice
Think I gotta find me another fight
Fight

Sweat is like tear drops
That came from your balls
Spall and ball spall and ball
Hit your mother in the mouth
The other day
Ask her how the fuck it taste?
Yeah this the race
Fighting off these demons
Coldest case
Slowest pace
Hard hitter
Slow sipper
Big dipper
We deliver
For that
Making money with a quarter snap
Gotta snap
Cash app
Gotta snap
With the Apple and the sprite
For the night
For the song
I could write it like a poem
Think I gotta find me another vice
Vice
Think I gotta find me another fight
Fight
Think I gotta find me another vice
Vice
Think I gotta find me another fight
Fight
Leave this bitch alone
This my dark room
Leave the tide pods for the kids
Watch them all consume
Hope you catch a bird eye
Run off with no Thera-Flu
Hope you fly off or die off
This cliff we call life
Hate to leave you hanging
But the noose fits you so right
Screaming bout a fight fight fight fight fight fight fight
Wilder than the Thornberries
Darwin’s never right
Don’t talk to me
No politics cause we evolved
Over time
Think I gotta find me another vice
Vice
Think I gotta find me another fight
Fight
Think I gotta find me another vice
Vice
Think I gotta find me another fight
Fight
Player player player
Where’s your cane and your smoke?
Player player player
Who’s the illest of them all?
Player player player
Stream us live now
Through a hub
On a God-feed
Can you feel me now?
Hear it through the stereo
Fuck you shitty speakers
This the truth you don’t want that smoke
So fuck off with them speakers
Go glisten for terror
96 rhymes
2019 Q5 time to shine
Think I gotta find me another vice
Vice
Think I gotta find me another fight
Fight
Think I gotta find me another vice
Vice
Think I gotta find me another fight
Fight