THE SUN THE MOON THE SPA

Lyrics for THE SUN THE MOON THE SPA

Check, check, check, check, check, one Yeah, yeah You are now in tune with the last man (yeah) Last man in the room (yeah) Yeah, real time live in full effect, yeah Check Yeah, do you really care about a nigga If you gotta keep a secret that you dead with a nigga? (yeah) Tiptoein' on a wiretap Play it in reverse, gon' run it back (run it back) Black boy summer, this a Def Jam (Def Jam) More like Cash Money, 2010 (ten) More light beaming through the causeway (yeah) Need more damn time, give my mind sake (yeah) In the nick of time, niggas simping for a dime You a simple nigga, clout chaser To a OG, you a JR It's a tragedy you fell out of greatness Feds did a sweep, and now you out to save me Spark it up, I had to tussle with the Medellín I was smilin' with my head up in the guillotine (One, yeah) Do you really care about a nigga If you gotta keep a secret that you dead with a nigga? Tiptoein' on a wiretap, play it in reverse, gon' run it back Ay, ay, this a Def Jam (Yeah, yeah), This a Def Jam, ay One And to quote Kurt Cobain "There's only a few people that really love music And they all musicians" (You are now in tune with the man) (Last man in the room, man plays the horn) Check The sun, the moon, the spa The earth, the womb, the stars (yeah) The tomb, we grew, apart (yeah) This void, we fill, it's ours The emptiness we hold is ours (The emptiness we feel is ours), Ours to keep The sun, the moon, the spa The earth, the womb, the stars (yeah) The tomb, we grew, apart This void, we fill, it's ours All the emptiness is ours to keep (The emptiness is ours to keep) (Yeah, yeah) (You are now in tune) The essence, Godsent lessons Beatbox rock, it was first etched on a Eastside block Down south Memphis, couldn't mute the full spot I command legions of millions like the cabal Clench your fist up and go punch it against the wall Skate across the mezzanine, I see you through the wall Full court sentient, the grip will salt All the waving make the brain change course Of course, it was a must, push forward Dark star, who do you trust, in a war? Outside manmade satellite screen Poison darts hit you like an iodine beam Feeling paralyzed under temporary sky Niggas idolize the after image when you die Serpent with a sign like the Treaty of Versailles Baby wonder why she never see a nigga fly (Ay, yeah)