CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Overly fresh
(intro)
It’s the pitch and flips
Listen
Oi x7
Flips
It’s the pitch and flips, Flips
It’s the pitch and flips, Flips
It’s the pitch and flips
Listen! Ah!
(verse 1)
Step up in the jam with a bottle in my hand
Smelling overly dank
Ima grind like ten tonnes
Smoke with white up or a packet of Bensons
Life is endless
No full stop on this sentence
Bust that crime
Do the repentance
First-class tracked and signed when I’m sending
To waste men, DJay’s who don’t play will be made
Even our gold they be taking
Did u take the Pe mate
I’ve been in a deep state
A tree range thought so coarse
That’s high get replayed
Don’t wanna tour worldwide
Shut stages down
Can’t see straight
Only one winner in a race
And I’ve got the sweepstake
Pete sake
Nobody cares about what he say
She sees these days
Mana wanna stay lean in a dream state
This my plan
Out with the can
Butter red spam makes news to the fam
Sound for the future
Gotta make news for my fam
Spread that music man
It's my plan out with the gang
Gotta expand
Make news for the fam
Sign for the future
Gotta make news for my fam
Spread that music man
(verse 2)
As we take it further
The Journeys getting murkier
We got our sh*t backwards
Red, Rum, is f**king, murder
So I, pick the, mic up
Yeah I, light the earth up
City Surfer
I'll be on some next sh*t that will lead you here to find your purpose
Lightning strike like me on a mic in a venue
Be on your side smirk send you
Sometimes don’t write quite as much as I like cus I got HF to attend to
That’s why I stay up late at night writing bars
I know it’s essential
Get a bit bored with the schedule
Then I change program
When I push a range rover
On a road as an old man
See me drive by to a slooow jam
OG man never breaking down…
I’m going in where you’re poking around
I’m whiling out while you’re holding it down
I got a style that made me renowned
But I got my feet firmly on the ground
Yeah, it’s all my type
Bun herb with the owls
(verse 3)
I kill beats
I don’t sleep
I write bars
I won’t eat
I live life
I can’t die
I won’t lie
I get high
I kill beats
I don’t sleep
I write bars
I won’t eat
I live life
I can’t die
I won’t lie
I get high
I stay overly fresh
Like I’m right through in a copious mess
Don’t hope for the best
Come first place merkin the set
Terfin the rest
Never give my wo wo words to the feds
Disturbing the ends
Like vultures
Six times six
Won't f**ks with the culture
Wanna spit bars
Not clips and revolvers
That’s why names up there on the poster
But nuff feds got chips on their shoulders
Tryna shut these down
Knock off the stock
Like it’s got Ebola
Concentrate on murdering rate
Not smokers
I don’t really rate those jokers
I be the mic controller
Hold my skill like my name was Zola
H to the F always bring that focus
Praise to the sess
I blaze my dosage
Craving away some fee fi fo sh*t
Best believe I got the rewinds slow
Got the rewinds slow
Got the rewinds slow got the rewinds sloaded
It’s the pitch and flips
Listen
Oi x7
Flips
It’s the pitch and flips, Flips
It’s the pitch and flips, Flips
It’s the pitch and flips
Listen! Ah!
(verse 1)
Step up in the jam with a bottle in my hand
Smelling overly dank
Ima grind like ten tonnes
Smoke with white up or a packet of Bensons
Life is endless
No full stop on this sentence
Bust that crime
Do the repentance
First-class tracked and signed when I’m sending
To waste men, DJay’s who don’t play will be made
Even our gold they be taking
Did u take the Pe mate
I’ve been in a deep state
A tree range thought so coarse
That’s high get replayed
Don’t wanna tour worldwide
Shut stages down
Can’t see straight
Only one winner in a race
And I’ve got the sweepstake
Pete sake
Nobody cares about what he say
She sees these days
Mana wanna stay lean in a dream state
This my plan
Out with the can
Butter red spam makes news to the fam
Sound for the future
Gotta make news for my fam
Spread that music man
It's my plan out with the gang
Gotta expand
Make news for the fam
Sign for the future
Gotta make news for my fam
Spread that music man
(verse 2)
As we take it further
The Journeys getting murkier
We got our sh*t backwards
Red, Rum, is f**king, murder
So I, pick the, mic up
Yeah I, light the earth up
City Surfer
I'll be on some next sh*t that will lead you here to find your purpose
Lightning strike like me on a mic in a venue
Be on your side smirk send you
Sometimes don’t write quite as much as I like cus I got HF to attend to
That’s why I stay up late at night writing bars
I know it’s essential
Get a bit bored with the schedule
Then I change program
When I push a range rover
On a road as an old man
See me drive by to a slooow jam
OG man never breaking down…
I’m going in where you’re poking around
I’m whiling out while you’re holding it down
I got a style that made me renowned
But I got my feet firmly on the ground
Yeah, it’s all my type
Bun herb with the owls
(verse 3)
I kill beats
I don’t sleep
I write bars
I won’t eat
I live life
I can’t die
I won’t lie
I get high
I kill beats
I don’t sleep
I write bars
I won’t eat
I live life
I can’t die
I won’t lie
I get high
I stay overly fresh
Like I’m right through in a copious mess
Don’t hope for the best
Come first place merkin the set
Terfin the rest
Never give my wo wo words to the feds
Disturbing the ends
Like vultures
Six times six
Won't f**ks with the culture
Wanna spit bars
Not clips and revolvers
That’s why names up there on the poster
But nuff feds got chips on their shoulders
Tryna shut these down
Knock off the stock
Like it’s got Ebola
Concentrate on murdering rate
Not smokers
I don’t really rate those jokers
I be the mic controller
Hold my skill like my name was Zola
H to the F always bring that focus
Praise to the sess
I blaze my dosage
Craving away some fee fi fo sh*t
Best believe I got the rewinds slow
Got the rewinds slow
Got the rewinds slow got the rewinds sloaded
