Dizzy (feat. Fydéle)

Lyrics

[Intro] Waiting for the day when somebody start rapping I said waiting for the day when somebody start mapping I said waiting for the day when somebody start rapping I said waiting for the day when somebody start mapping [Verse 1, TRA] Ayy Driving out the windy city Roll the dice Cruising down the Mississippi Sitting nice Boat like outta sight Need some advice Weed smoking vice Might kick it down Lets leave it all Don't get appalled Like House Atreides Bought a house straight from the eighties okay Quick dismissal of the mother fuckers That ain't never looking at the full potential Of a magic maker With a bit a flavor And hе cutting deeper than the surface lеvel like a ton of razors And he's paper cutting But the blood he leaving shedding greener Cause he's sitting lost 'stead of dreaming Reading into deeper Never hide the heat Like a fucking misdemeanor Like you won't believe it These are the things that'll lead you better days But'll settle your mind in a dizzy haze Fuck it can't complain Finally feeling great Put me on the road Give me outer space Leave you what remains In a world full of poverty Honestly I can't begin to complain Yeah [Chorus, Fydéle] I ain't got the time Flying down 290 with the windows down, we fried If you ain't adding peace Then you can leave lil bitch, goodbye Get the hell on Get the hell on I ain't got the time Flying down 290 with the windows down, we fried If you ain't adding peace Then you can leave lil bitch, goodbye Get the hell on Get the hell on [Verse 2, Fydéle] Give me love Give me hate Bitch imma handle it both Imma server and host Head cook in the back Cause I'm supplying my folks Take a toast Cause niggas winning And he chillin with peace Yeah that nigga be me And if you feel a way Then get a way Please give me six feet Yeah that video you dropped lit It's a cold vid But its 1.9 compared to my all cold shit Now code switch uh The essence of your work is rather childish and dull It's a lose when all you mention is killings you do All the bitches you fucking Sorry the women you screw But who you messaging to It's like a letter with no meaning Yeah the cursive look cool But if your words ain't adding up Then it's gone leave 'em confused Hope I ain't leave you confused I know you process a lil slower Like computers in school Tie up your shoes You tripping hard You're like a kid who reached their terrible twos Fucking fool [Chorus, Fydéle] I ain't got the time Flying down 290 with the windows down, we fried If you ain't adding peace Then you can leave lil bitch, goodbye Get the hell on Get the hell on I ain't got the time Flying down 290 with the windows down, we fried If you ain't adding peace Then you can leave lil bitch, goodbye Get the hell on Get the hell on