Holiday Pray

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Biv & Istasha & ​nAvvvi - Rap

Holiday Pray

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[Verse: nAvvvi] Thunderous enemies fathom all briberies Indigo fantasies cripple all colonies Speak with it overseas, tangle the prophecies Set if we counting the damage of odyssey Pray on the artist like holiday (Run away, run away, run away, run away!) Yeah, you the issue, you overstayed (Run away, run away, run away, run away!) Benedict lies, you a intimate side It's the brittle, mint ties Asquint flies, they can sentence you sized Now one of us dies And I find it so funny, I picked up the knife And I cut your skin 'cause I'm making all sure That you picked up the feeling of feeling again And I've peeped at your sin its all cunning with whim Have you gathered a second to pray to your hym? Speaking of the issues now I've birthed a few You think I am joker, haven't a got a clue Been a while a couple down your dirty nap is due Pay me, you hate me Pray on the artist like holiday Pray on the artist like holiday Pray on the artist like holiday [Bridge: Biv] So lonely, so lonely, they phony Can't say you ain't know me So lonely, so lonely, they phony Can't say you ain't know me [Verse: Biv] Thanks for the update, cupcake Mans run off like sweepstakes Peng ting, sip her up like cupper My meals long ways from a supper My ends, slow times, been gutter Don't deep it, no dreamin', no clutter Mandem, run off, no gunna No sleep, I keep, no cuffer Don't beg, don't fake, don't trust her You fed? Spoon fed, big runner No step, my checks, big brother Swear down, my cost, big pounds No rounds, no ounce, men been clowns Off topic, they lock it, men foul Wish washin', All been part of the crowd All been part of the crowd But back to my patience I'm waitin', and waitin', for money to chase them Like all they been sayin', I see the piss that they taken The world been a prison for lost and mistaken [Verse: Istasha] Cold cut carbon, I run in synthetic armor Going unapologetic, not ready to beg a pardon Black forest, I'm not in that when I store it Like a piss I'm unimportant, hmm, yes, I rather see this gutted Cut fold crease, underwater blanket problem I don't want an anchor stay the same out of my endless bottom Got blind seams under my silhouette It seems Hypothetic I'm honored, I'm on it Still sick of suffering fame Contracting loss of focus With habits stuck in new game plus I wish I woke up Make a promise in a vague state, this ain't the same face And I've still been a passive pest, I have that patience The drip and flooding nothings, we wish for pack of locusts And empty by the cellphone line, double the dosage Your falsified approaches switch flight at the concave Imprinted on the backbone brain split up and open [?] stole my phone, we are slow Bring all the lights out, is it gone? [?] stole my phone, we are slow Bring all the lights out, is it gone?

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Credits

Writers
  • Istasha
  • ​nAvvvi
  • Biv