CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Calm Dat (Freestyle)
What he say, what he say
Say impediments, and the random egotistical elephant in the room
Looking for something heaven-sent, like it's medicine in the moon
Or intelligence in the heaviness of a tomb
How much a song weigh? Thirty pounds for every entendre
So the playlist will be as heavy as a spaceship
On a spaceship even though it's weightless
A bar full of plates a waitress weight-lifts with every single entree
Contrary to what the pawns say, he's swan slay with every convey
If words are rocks, birds in flocks stop
This not the chest of the experts
That's a straight rookie move to get him close to the dose
I fed him bread first
Jaded
So denigrated and inundated with every image that I was finished
And in a status of inner stages
So I insulated it in the pages, liberated my inner sages
Ninety minutes from the meetings of my mind
When my mind look like a minister mixed with Dennis the Menace made it
Baited
Beat it, baked it, and ate it
Graciously, my engineer saved the most sacred of it in Avid
Moor
I can sell money to the poor, a pyramid to a mummy
They even have to pay attention when they ignore
My compulsive indecision made addition into a chore
Is two plus two just two twos or is it four
And if I got a calculator, what's the point of even keeping score
But that's not allowed when you tested
So I added it all up, they trying to slow us down like the instruments in Texas
That's all I got
I tried to do it like, in- in less than an hour
But shout out to King Los for the inspiration, you feel me?
Yeah
Say impediments, and the random egotistical elephant in the room
Looking for something heaven-sent, like it's medicine in the moon
Or intelligence in the heaviness of a tomb
How much a song weigh? Thirty pounds for every entendre
So the playlist will be as heavy as a spaceship
On a spaceship even though it's weightless
A bar full of plates a waitress weight-lifts with every single entree
Contrary to what the pawns say, he's swan slay with every convey
If words are rocks, birds in flocks stop
This not the chest of the experts
That's a straight rookie move to get him close to the dose
I fed him bread first
Jaded
So denigrated and inundated with every image that I was finished
And in a status of inner stages
So I insulated it in the pages, liberated my inner sages
Ninety minutes from the meetings of my mind
When my mind look like a minister mixed with Dennis the Menace made it
Baited
Beat it, baked it, and ate it
Graciously, my engineer saved the most sacred of it in Avid
Moor
I can sell money to the poor, a pyramid to a mummy
They even have to pay attention when they ignore
My compulsive indecision made addition into a chore
Is two plus two just two twos or is it four
And if I got a calculator, what's the point of even keeping score
But that's not allowed when you tested
So I added it all up, they trying to slow us down like the instruments in Texas
That's all I got
I tried to do it like, in- in less than an hour
But shout out to King Los for the inspiration, you feel me?
Yeah
