Journey to the Wettest
• Written by TWOKAY
TWOKAY's Notes
// chorus
* background vocals / bridge
-- beat / pause
// journey to the mountains,
// I tour the soil, I tourney
// till my lot's compounded.
// Trying not to self destruct
// Giants plot and test my luck
// sunder-fuck my hut's surrounded.
Always been afraid a' that huff'n
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but what's one Reeses puff to Puffin?
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I mean, your ways, the haze, this all a phase
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I'll never not be nothing. Don't know a thang
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My Momma never stopped running
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It's God they judge when they test my cunning
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The industry won't budge, I'm here to disrupt it
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Doc stole the beat, heard my chest was drumming
Insomniac with the tab, always up to something
Cognac hits the lips, man my thoughts come rushing
I zip my hips and throw it back like bucked in.
Quick with the clip like we selling snuff.
Tipping tipsy off my mystic
Watching Duff jump off the balcony like:
*you gone and missed it!*
These memories hieroglyphic!
Photosense--
*photosensitive*
Shiit! I gone and whiffed it.
// journey to the mountains,
// I tour the soil, I tourney
// till my lot's compounded.
// Trying not to self destruct
// Giants plot and test my luck
// sunder-fuck my hut's surrounded
Cant bear to stear the fear
Stare back,
Little nigga.
Overthinking, still blinking
Scared of facts,
Little nigga
"Save 30 percent?" Bitch, my pension's lit.
I'm elleven hunded. Just minted it.
Mind's gutted and stunted-- nobody gave a shit.
"Maybe's" where the babies sit--
Answer me this: how do you know
when someone can't be satisfied?
More makes them sick
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TWOKAY
Member since June 1 2022