دانلود آهنگ Fever Dream از Warcloud

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[Chorus x2: Warcloud]Youre stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite uniqueYou live inside my painting and move once a weekI switched the art around, my friends are gettin suspiciousI switched the art around, my friends are gettin suspicious[Warcloud:]The ballot of Mr. Edward Hyde, crook as ScroogeHooligans and scallywags, crickets and ice cubesShiny red tricycle, a rhinoceros skullOld captain flag, standin in the holeM.C.s is dull, phantom in the steamBrought the engine clean, world aint what it seemsSlinky falls down the stairs, cant forget thatChase you wit a pink axe, bullets, you get gift wrappedMud crew over the house, hot moisturesFound a black wallet in a bucket of blue oystersIm in the air like the ozone, bubble gum snow conesRaccoon in the yard, layin wit drug bonesThats how I roll palms, Godsy wit the drug lordOff wit the soldiers daughter, swallow the love nunIts no jive, Warcloud has arrivedThe reflection of guns in his eyes, we all lieAnd this is Wu-Tang, cargo wit my hook handL.A. story, flip a nickel, the book standIts full of crooks and dry host to sellsSay giants swift bitin a whale in the hail[Chorus x2][Warcloud:]Pistol in your face, skeletons in the wiresWe move like new vampires, meet your desireWalk wit a monkey wrench, body inside the lakeWe swung off cake like slugs and earthquakeMics in decay, my rhyme is violent, goofyI laugh like he threw money bags in a silent movieSeven stone cozy, vodka in the jukeboxOne heavy pistol came from the nut housePineapple soda pop, knock you off porchesVillage swift portrait, thrown to death on your horsesMean Warcloud, break you into powderWho put the poison in Mr. Sledges chowder?A weasel fell out of his hide, death was holdin yallWho group the crew? A roaster in a bowling ballGun you down on the street, bullets that hit you through trucks, dont even argueSo stuck up that niggas just might rob youI laid in bed next to her black catWarcloud, Warcloud, Warcloud...[Chorus x2][Warcloud:]Aiyo, thanks for go pumpin tonight, my rap embargoIs like cotton dolls, bird feathers and marblesDiamonds and sea shells, sown the size of cartwheelsThrowin large portraits of Maharaja you walkSuzy got shot in the sternum, watch the spearStab you wit a 12 inch knife, behind the earThen leave the scene in slow motion, one redSasquatch, Yeti, battalion wit one headStash of cloth, bits of paper, pieces of stringMighty long carrots in the springRecite on the new brick stones, steel and concreteThe weakest of gun fights like the last days of Long BeachA jewel dont match, a helmet full of gold dustYou got, people blast me wit roseFlied out bones, they scatter and grow wit moldsThe honest man, is the cookie man and his clothesLay bitches splat in a circle around the war hawkStir fried vegetables, marshmallows cloakin itCrops meant to hurt you, eight sugars, snap peasWhile I crept up on the ribs to buy a deedWack, wack, wack, wit arrows I came to waste yallNow you look cheap, my cry rattles the great wallA dirty old baseball rolled in Polly-O, aiyo...[Chorus x2][ Fever Dream Lyrics ]

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