Krevin’

Lyrics

So what if I'm rocking a cappella going hella slow You never know the depth until you dive the trench Coat open, drenched, need a coaster, sit the bench Penchant for pretentious dribble, it's a cinch Lend a hand to man on death or bear the stench Rap faster, demand your face be cast in plaster Last one from the past become the future master Or accept the bald-faced disaster Krevin' sixty seconds from an iPhone 6s Blessings