Correction Paroles Moon Theology (Up in a Daze) par Yung Schnooty

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Off the bat, I'm soup or charged
I'll let you know, just to follow my flow
You'll head'll explode like Mentos and Coke
Yeah I need a red envelope, youre pushing it
Year of the rat, trapping the globe
Now who woulda bait Jesus, knowing he chase leaders
I'm just a banker who don't wanna obey elitists
A teller of the future in most bars
Unfortunately you're left empty handed like Zoltar
So why feen on the streets looking for change, mad at the machine
Yeah full of ragе, yeah, I'm a bull on a parade
And you're on a boat, it's gеtting raided
Look at me, I'm the captain now, Big Schnooty rapping now
Whatchu even cap about, get you off of that with
The open umbrella you got a open mouth, blowin out clouds
Nah not anymore, you choking, how
Lyricism of the source like umbilical cords
Lilith first, of course you got a damn w**** to divorce
Only get referred to in court, and think I'm crazy
For always being wrapped in this dang mic cord
Check one two, it's Yung Schnoot, you're on
Guards get splashed with hot urine they won't if they dont observe it
From the deep end the distance is a given to the surface
From the beach it seems shallow that they didn't reverse it
Castle made from my hands, yeah, look at my Camelot
Seriously made it, that's a sandbar
So sure I understand from way back there
Somebody's looking like Damn God
Yeah you would believe it like beavers
That's contemplating chucks and pieces but you still don't see it
Be knowing I'm the sh*t with all these hits like Justin Bieber
But nowadays not at the top of the chats even
So matter I do believe it, when Nas says that Hip-Hop is dead
Because you don't wanna listen, instead
You just wanna rap about bling on your f**king phone till it ring
Music to my ears, make her moan, bada bing
Yeah I know why you call em the virgin isles
They don't like versing my style, yeah, it's too versatile
Getting in the stadium, bustin through the turnstile
Like we in the subway burnt out, said you in a bird's house
Like a burnt owl, yeah, it turns out
Something for your seed of  brain to thing about
They like their pizzas in eight pieces
Hate creatures that trap people and their language isn't translated
In English, Halloween is actually pretty scary to me
That's probably cause I'm always so f**king hungry
I know these middle men are on a island, in a dress again
With Oprah acting super friendly, and feminine
Listen, you ain't got the memory or RAM my fry-end
MOB, stir up some sh*t, when will y'all learn
I'm in tune with the black moon, yeah the monster
Could be in your closet or it could be in your mom's bruh
All I know is that it's just a single when I shot ya
Straight down the spine so it lines with your Chakras
Then it's one and you drop haha
Moon theology gaze
I tilt my neck up in a daze

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