Centuries
• Written by Citric_Canv4s • Featuring Lil_Chip
//Verse 1
Feel like this been going for centuries
You don't really wanna ever see the best of me
You best believe
That inside my head is an empty sea
But what floats are rhymes
What floats are lines
That I could use to grow my mind
And create something like this, it's nice
Cause every other day I feel the ice
Inside my veins
And although I don't got the brains
There is something that I can explain
It's that everything in your brain
Doesn't stray away from strange
Try to rearrange the thoughts it gets worse
Trying to put the thoughts on reverse makes my head hurt
But after centuries
You can never really know where the only peace you can find
Maybe all you need is a piece of mind
To leave the motherfucking past behind
A little surprised I still haven't declined
Cause it's been 7 months since I've really done shit
And now I feel like it's my time to the reach the end of the line
//Hook
Being doing this for centuries
I lost all my memories
Can't really get the best of me
Cause I never remember anything, see?
I'm always ready and keeping it steady
I got plenty more shovels to use to bury you
//Verse 2
You see I've been doing this shit for centuries
So there never will be a legend except for me
I'm gifted and talented
And all of the people be ranting
And acting like pussies,
Peace isn't that you want
You just don't want your enemies to respond to ur disses
But you don't know all your raps are misses
And they don't get attention, so there is no witness
And look at all y'all bitches tryna call yourself the sickest
The only way you're sick is if you have the flu
And since out the womb I've been screaming fuck you
But to all the women, make a banana and split that pussy open
No joking, I was kinda hoping to see some choking happening
But I can see it all flowing
And now I'm floating in the rain
Surprised I didn't melt
Guessed the wizard of Oz lied
Besides, the fuck am I supposed to do
When I'm without a heart, a brain, and I'm not brave enough
It's like these fake gangsters acting tough
But I guess this is enough
Time for a feature
But when this is here
You all will be 6 feet deeper
//Hook
Being doing this for centuries
I lost all my memories
Can't really get the best of me
Cause I never remember anything, see?
I'm always ready and keeping it steady
I got plenty more shovels to use to bury you
//Verse 3 (Lil_Chip)
Started on the pad had some bleeding with it
Claiming to write, I was a fad through it
Lying through my teeth but no fag in it
Started recording, still aint no bag from it
With my Gucci pants, you know i had to sag in it
Made hoes gag, like I was kneading shit
Talked to producers, like i needed em
Took some weed, like I was weeding it
Career blossom, had some carrots in it
Anxious on it, got me biting nails for it
Bad energy, thought i was gonna fail and shit
I was a man, but ion talking post and hit
Bulldog, but ion talking spit and bit
Rapstar, but no trailer parks and shit
MnM's but we aint tryna pack for bits
book bag but im graduating college Bitch!
Baby sips, but you hurdling the ball for hits
Oh shit, did i go off topic with this?
Bunch a crackers in this shit
But aint no ritz in this
Gymnasium, we aint doing splits in here
Ion like tuna, but im eating grits this year