AshZone, Zino Vinci - Departure Lyrics

I believe it’s one God it’s one love
I believe if I fly we’re all doves
I believe when the times rights
The spirits and lime light
Will constantly shine bright on all us
I’m taking a trip new to a new places
New locations and them new spaces
No more bikes man the whip is looking spacious
No more whips man buying spaceships
I’m living a new life
You’re wishing you did too
I’m dishing out invites
You’re wishing you came through
The life of an artist, see the lights on the carpets
Mike jack when I’m walking, through the valley of death
Image shit man, I value it less
Taking trips man, I never do rest
The life of an artist, see the lights on the carpets
Mike jack when I’m walking, through the valley of death
I swear to God lady look like a flight attendant
She got slick brown hair and brother did I mention
Sweet ass deals for all the flights I’m getting
High blood pressure the way her ass is-
Fuck it,
Zino Vinci the architect
I got back up plans for back up plans
For shit I ain’t even started yet
You see the only here is fear is losing time
So I’ll be calmer once the Rolex in the shop is mine
She say Zino you’re so gassed,
Boy your heads getting bigger
Well my heads already big
What do you expect from a nigga, shit
Her laughter is boosts my ego
Oh you’re a chocolate darling
Well that’s just my cup of tea doe
My confidence is lethal
I just need a sick muse for my music
My moods swings quicker than the hues in my mood ring,
You nuisance
Learning from me and gaining new sense
I should be charging em 50 thousand and 62 pence

I believe it’s one God it’s one love
I believe if I fly we’re all doves
I believe when the times rights
The spirits and lime light
Will constantly shine bright on all us
I’m taking a trip new to a new places
New locations and them new spaces
No more bikes man the whip is looking spacious
No more whips man buying spaceships
I’m living a new life
You’re wishing you did too
I’m dishing out invites
You’re wishing you came through
The life of an artist, see the lights on the carpets
Mike jack when I’m walking, through the valley of death
Image shit man, I value it less
Taking trips man, I never do rest
The life of an artist, see the lights on the carpets
Mike jack when I’m walking, through the valley of death
I swear to God lady look like a flight attendant
She got slick brown hair and brother did I mention
Sweet ass deals for all the flights I’m getting
High blood pressure the way her ass is-
Fuck it,
Zino Vinci the architect
I got back up plans for back up plans
For shit I ain’t even started yet
You see the only here is fear is losing time
So I’ll be calmer once the Rolex in the shop is mine
She say Zino you’re so gassed,
Boy your heads getting bigger
Well my heads already big
What do you expect from a nigga, shit
Her laughter is boosts my ego
Oh you’re a chocolate darling
Well that’s just my cup of tea doe
My confidence is lethal
I just need a sick muse for my music
My moods swings quicker than the hues in my mood ring,
You nuisance
Learning from me and gaining new sense
I should be charging em 50 thousand and 62 pence