can't be held down by the laws of gravity Watch for the lime in the temple tryin to plot your tragedy A game rank with, the high officials at the banquet
can't be held down by the laws of gravity Watch for the lime in the temple tryin' to plot your tragedy A game rank with, the high officials at the banquet
Laid out, puking in the back of a fancy bar You and your friends in the front booth Laughing at my sweet naivety And its awkward gravity Three years,
the sole outcome How come skins can't work their way in? The question resting late night at her pad and Scheming to grab and season, ?cuz she's in I fiend getting mad
Hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad MC who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually Don't be mad at me, I had to
enemies She better be hollow from head to toe with horns beamin out respectively Just ask pretty penny about her copper torch, shorts, and bad data Must've made her mad
Laid out, puking in the back of a fancy bar You and your friend in the front booth laughing at my sweet naivety And its awkward gravity Three years,
s ?? Your sexy eyes are so spiritual [Chorus x1] The steelo so kamikaze Shrinin? like Liberachy Spendin like Burberry Me E?Seemiagy It?s goin? down like gravity Yo baby daddy mad at
?? Your sexy eyes are so spiritual [Chorus x1] The steelo so kamikaze Shrinin? like Liberachy Spendin like Burberry Me E?Seemiagy It?s goin? down like gravity Yo baby daddy mad at
mad at us They're gonna be mad at me and you Yeah, they're gonna be mad at us And all the things we wanna do They're gonna be mad at us They're gonna
Im a bull But I define gravity, you dont wanna get sad with me What a travesty Your majesties a fake To laugh with me is to relate. I chuck at the fickle
wreck off I navigate a course like Czechov Soft MCs you better step off Will a villain ever learn I'm killin like a mad germ I burn MCs like a bad perm
m working on things To astonish the world Call me weird and laugh at me I tell you it's true I've found a cure for Gravity Call me mad as March High
stage doing Beyonce moves Your intellect I disconnect, till you confused in the head You need to give your girl a microphone, and let her use it in bed If you cap at me, gravity
until the death angel adopts you You wanna have it, take a stab at it I'm avid about smashing your cabbage, at the specks of forensic lab fabric Impostors
'll be with your eyes My star girl rules the sky. 1,2,1,2,3, GO! Hey I'm looking up at my star girl I guess I'm stuck in this mad mad world Things