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1. Ekke

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4. Jack Parow - Cooler As Ekke (AM Stereo and The O-Men Remix)

  • Published: 2011-04-18T09:50:27Z
  • By JackParow
Jack Parow - Cooler As Ekke (AM Stereo and The O-Men Remix)

Jack Parow - Cooler As Ekke (Am Stereo and & The O-Men Remix)

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5. BOUWER BOSCH - COOLER AS EKKE(Jack Parow Cover)

BOUWER BOSCH - COOLER AS EKKE(Jack Parow Cover)

This is a cover of one of my favourite afrikaans songs by Jack Parow.

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6. Gold Bars (Kiiara Remix)

  • Published: 2015-10-26T04:27:32Z
  • By ekke
Gold Bars (Kiiara Remix)

I made a beat using samples of Kiiara's 'Gold', then I rapped over the beat. 'Gold' by Kiiara: https://soundcloud.com/kiiaraonline/gold Lyrics (Verse 1) It’s like I ain’t tryna shine, though My design is gonzo Dropping compost on the bongos while I watch the gong show Y’all be dropping combos Why you want a console? Stop the wallowing and waddle on up out my convo Time to grovel - hop and hobble on your knee caps Not with bronze, so if you’re following, then leave that And I’m past all the silver; it’s not a status I’d kill for The shit is wack. I’m a builder; I’m tryna reach plat I see plastic, I’m livid Get frigid That’s when I paint a scene that’s vivid - shit is wicked Keep a hundred in the dash, something in the back, Couple in the ashtray in cash Turning stubble to a stash, cause the [Chorus] Years start coming and they don’t stop (x2) And they don’t stop going down Years start coming and they don’t stop Years start coming and they Years start coming and they don’t stop (Verse 2) Gold up in my teeth Solar when I speak Sonar energy gets released to expose an enemy When I pee, gold can tend to leak, coat the seven seas At my league, only cemeteries in rows of symmetry I repeat: said it’s gold up in my teeth Rose gold thrown with golden roses at my feet And I’m hoping my foes are roped into those accessories When I sneeze, it’s like blowing gold Febreeze The reason I breathe Is to show my set and tease ‘You will never get this’ Take a photo of the cheese I release so uncontrollably hopelessly with ease That I keep these rodents running Zs Zig zagging, but the [Chorus] (Verse 3) Do it cause I shouldn’t Fuck aluminum or wooden Bruv, I spew the stuff to foot another Cuba rushing good and crush a junior’s stuff to pudding from Bermuda up to Brooklyn Pushing tush and looking at bush in a cushion, whooping Heard that life is what you make it - hope you like what I created Goal can set you free, take your soul out of ice, elated Salivating my weight in gold as I hold a bite I baited Savoring the taste iron plated I fuck with it, but I ain’t really fucking with the hullaballoo I got some problems that I fixed loosening a couple of screws Sipping on triple of a fifth, I’m finna double it too cause I’m on a mission to go buck as a tooth If it glitters, then it came out of my mouth Dripping when I spout Never spit without ever buffing a booth Reflecting as the [Chorus]

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8. Alfredo

  • Published: 2018-06-01T07:08:03Z
  • By ekke
Alfredo

Produced by @soundofkalima Mixed by David Tallarico Mastered by Suite Sound Studios Listen on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2L8xmsz Apple Music: https://apple.co/2svWgKX Lyrics: (Hook) Run up on ‘em Walk ‘em through it Too much talking Gotta do it Run up on ‘em Walk ‘em through it Too much talking Gotta do it Got the Prego Sauced up Yeah, I got Alfredo Sauced up Said I got the Prego Sauced up Yeah, I got Alfredo Sauced up (V1) Yeah Pass me the salt Hungry as fuck; need the grumbling to halt Tummy been tucking; I’m jumping a vault for some munchies I’m running incoming assault Sprinkling seasoning, springing with zest Bringing the heat and I’m leaving a mess Grilling up ether, relieving a chef of her residency with the eats that I prep I keep the pot on the stove Watch for the smoke I’m cooking outta control My shit is hot as some coal Y’all ought to know Straight from the pot to the bowl Sauce Right off the tongue and it roll off I hit the blunt and I go off I got the recipe ready for any; see, that be the enemy remedy (Hook) (V2) Dab of the ranch Yeah Splash of expanse Yeah That shit is bland Yeah My shit the jam Spread it and and let it enhance Let us go ham Follow my every command Man Plenty of Frank’s on demand Always, I got it on hand Stocked in advance Whole lot of spice in my system Taste and, you might be a victim Don’t gotta line up to get some Packing a punch with my fist bumps Look at the flick of the wrist Stir ups are sick I get around in the mix I got the recipe ready for any; see, that be the enemy remedy (Hook) (V3) Got Alfredo and my noodle is boiled Burning basil in a pool full of oil I don’t save food in aluminum foil; I should cook on cable, cause my food never spoil Too much flavour on the tip of my tongue Chewed up caterers on my lips and my gums Sooner or later, when the shit gets a dump, Got a full course catered with the grits and the drums Bang Gravity don’t make my nuts hang Hop in the booth like a Mustang Dealing with hunger and gut pangs Condiments all in my blood bank Saving to later invest Savoury Fresh Can’t no one bake in my stead Secret ingredient: being completely unleashed with the seasons of seasoning Had a little bit to drink I don’t really wanna think I just really wanna sink into something brand new Got it running in my veins And it takes away the pain Once I get a little taste, then I’m (Shut the fuck up) (Hook) Got the Prego Sauced up Yeah, I got Alfredo Sauced up Said I got the Prego Sauced up Yeah, I got Alfredo Sauced up

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9. Nasty

  • Published: 2016-11-19T20:59:56Z
  • By ekke
Nasty

The first single off my upcoming project, 'Free Music' Produced by https://soundcloud.com/annumofficial Co-produced by https://soundcloud.com/soundofkalima Watch the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQi8YZGFxGo Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5PLFMpk4XHu8rdpKu4dIta Lyrics: (Verse 1) That's nasty Fucking ghastly Gassy Shit's finna blow; think I smell a gas leak Great Gatsby! Bitch, break out the fancy glass beads, get a mat, bend the fuck over and spread them ass cheeks That's the Fucking shit like a dick stuck in fresh excrement, festering, kept nestled in - excellent! Let's get it in Etch exes in excess and let's get decadent Best medicine when stressing is dead precedents Eff measuring sense; test your expense preference Get it, get it again. When will it end? Question irrelevant Whenever innocence is attacked, You smell incense, then I drench it in death ridden sap and (Hook) (x4) Grow out the pubes And dole out the nudes And roll out the juice And get nasty up on 'em (Verse 2) It feels good when you rub up on me baby, do it faster Nasty Always Shoots for Ascension; I'm talking NASA Catch up I'll be up on Mercury, birdies jerking me, gurgling, immersed in leagues of curdled skeet in my bathtub While I blast dub Cooking storms up out of ovaries Over easy though when I roll 'em to the get the yolk to leak Slow, so you know that we No bellisimo; where them ogres, Fiona? Show them which hole to breach Get rotary and (Hook) (Refrain) Hold up Take in a whiff Soak up that aroma till it makes you get sick Bathe in the throw-up, come and rave to my shit And we gon' stink up the motherfuckin place in a bit I said Hold up Take in a whiff Soak up that aroma till it makes you get sick Bathe in the throw-up, come and rave to my shit And we gon' stink up this bitch, and we gon' stink up this bitch and (Hook)

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10. OK.

  • Published: 2018-05-01T08:22:24Z
  • By ekke
OK.

Prod. @soundofkalima Mixed & Mastered by David Tallarico Listen on Spotify: http://bit.ly/2jkJYB4 Apple Music: https://apple.co/2KiR8RK Lyrics: (Hook) Alright Okay How you feel? How you living right now? All night All day On the real, I’m the realest I’ve found Cause the world keep burning But the world keep turning No return when I send it right out I’m like Alright Ok How you feel? How you living right now? (V1) I don’t tell nobody how I feel I just carry on and keep all that shit in my mind If you really wanna know just what I think, well you couldn’t pay the price for a piece of my mind Talk is cheap I let action speak Never waive the fee Gotta eat This dick isn’t free Hit ‘em with receipt Rinse, repeat Get them ends to meet That’s just how I be That’s just me That’s my energy That’s E-k-k-e ‘Member the name Came to dismember the game Ain’t even ever been lame Rep what I claim Keep getting better and better etcetra, etcetra, slayin’ Effortless aim Fuck any regular lane I’m on a separate plane Making connections ahead of the schedule that everyone else has accepted as main Talking bout Can’t fuck with my agenda Ain’t got no time to lend ya I’m booked till 2099 on 29th September Got places to go Lotta folks That I gotta scope Popping off and locking while I load Smiling slow Thinking (Hook) (V2) I don’t really care about about your feels; I do whatever I feel when I’m feeling alright If by now you really do not know the deal, Well I got so much to spill, you gon’ give up on wipes Clean up on aisle three Dirt up on my feet Feet up while I sleep Zs Deluxe all I see, B Geeked up on pine tree Cedars all I breathe While I weave Seeking what I need Either end around the weekend even when I’m weak I’m in a race with the rats to evade all the traps in a mine field of pressure and cheese I get anxiety thinking of all of the stains I sustain from the cheddar and grease I need a break from this digital chaos; I’m taking a day off to find me some peace Hoping to turn that day into a week Then multiply the shit by fitty three I need an island to buy me some silence; I blame my environment for all the noise How the fuck am I expected to not be this hectic when I am not given a choice? It’s alright Really it’s okay I’m gon get one made Anyway Popping Mary medleys each and every day Singing (Hook) (Bridge) I don’t tell nobody how I feel I just carry on and keep all that shit in my mind If you really wanna know just what I think, well you couldn’t pay the price for a piece of my mind I don’t really care about about your feels; I do whatever I feel when I’m feeling alright If by now you really do not know the deal, Well I got so much to spill, you gon’ give up on wipes (Hook)

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11. Boy, If You Don't Stop

  • Published: 2017-10-11T06:23:37Z
  • By ekke
Boy, If You Don't Stop

Produced by @soundofkalima Mixed & Mastered by David Tallarico Watch the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXjYBoUPIk4 Listen on Spotify: http://ow.ly/sNUD30gc5oM Apple Music: http://ow.ly/WEjN30gc5rP Lyrics: (Hook) Boy, if you don't stop You don't stop (What my daddy taught me) Boy, if you don't stop You don't stop (What my daddy taught me) Boy, if you don't stop You don't stop (What my daddy taught me) Boy, if you don’t (What my daddy taught me) Boy if boy if you don't Boy, if you don't (V1) All I know is pain in my brain But I stay maintaining Focused in my frame so contained doing major lasering Cutting out the grain, making gains Got a train fixation I cannot explain Fuck it, I cannot complain I don't blab I just dodge and jab Knock them boxing pads Blocking grabs Hopping, dropping swag Got it off my dad He said "boy, if you don't stop, you gon' flop Quit the dreaming" So I had to prove him wrong through the dawn Till the evening screaming (Hook) (V2) Papa taught me not to give a Fuck Not with poppycock or kissing butt Talking calmly, always in a rush Proper cloth - the opposite of fluff Move in silence - sit invisibly Scrutinize specifics to the tee Use your fucking brain specifically Boost your mind, cause thinking is the key I don't give a fuck about your feelings If you're bitching inadmissibly Acting with no thought is unappealing Fuck you thinking risking it with me? "Boy if you don't stop, you gon flop Quit the dreaming Get your head up out the clouds cut it out with the sleeping" Screaming (Hook) (Bridge) (x2) Don't stop Cause my father say so Don't stop what my brother say (Hook) (Outro) All I know is pain in my brain But I stay maintaining Focused in my frame so contained doing major lasering Cutting out the grain, making gains Got a train fixation I cannot explain Fuck it, I cannot complain

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12. God Radio feat. Sound of Kalima

  • Published: 2017-07-24T18:53:40Z
  • By ekke
God Radio feat. Sound of Kalima

Produced by @SoundofKalima Mixed & Mastered by David Tallarico Listen on Spotify: http://ow.ly/GZFx30dWUzm Apple Music: http://ow.ly/FDuJ30dWUCI Lyrics: (Hook) Ooh, she keeps on popping pills in the lobby (x4) (V1) She take a Pill for breakfast, pill for lunch, pill for dinner and a supplementary pill for brunch Pills within her got her feeling nothing real a bunch Peeled and thinner every pill that's munched It started with a Lil to give her some unfiltered fun Filled with something other than another bill to fund Still, the popping never stopped 'em, so she built to conceal the feeling that was killed in chunks And now she's at the Hilton cause he told her 'come to my hotel' He sucked her, fucked her, chucked her and showed her that souls sell Her mama taught her not to get caught up, but oh, well Noel never was the best at getting Nobels A product of the system, a victim with no help Just lots of criticism, restrictions and coattails But now her system is in revision as those yellow gels turn her to a machine in a ghost shell (Hook) (V2) Tuned into God radio locked, waiting so very patiently to pop, pacing distraught, Fading slow, stepping hastily No moderating, cooperating or contemplating But the dropped off ratings are scaling She's wondering if her Thoughts racing the clock ain't real It may be only shock taking her notch way below normal placing Only spot safe with a blockade is behind her face floating atop Appalations rotating It's complicating She's cross fading away - her pupils are dilating Dehydrating, looking for hits on a Pop station On watch praying they'll play her favourite of hot takes and take away the pain in her brain, erasing the vibration (Bridge) Behind smoke haze, no guiding in the light Behind smoke haze, you’re drowning in the light Behind smoke haze, and wherever you like Behind smoke haze and I know (Hook) (V3) On a streak unsustainable Still Tryna reach unattainable Thrills When your needs are insatiable It takes a load of feeding, and the freedom's occasional Unfavourable Though the ways that you may have donated your soul to satan are overrated, your fate's interchangeable But hey, you know fate is no fucking stranger to change ups So either way, come what may, please just don't get made to an April fool

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13. Herreløse - Det Ekke No

Herreløse - Det Ekke No

Kingsize "+47 mixtape"

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14. طـه - محمود حجازي

  • Published: 2013-11-10T20:21:58Z
  • By Ummalek
طـه - محمود حجازي

طـه - محمود حجازي

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15. Strawberry Vanilla Iced Tea feat. Nya (prod. Sound of Kalima)

  • Published: 2017-07-17T17:01:41Z
  • By ekke
Strawberry Vanilla Iced Tea feat. Nya (prod. Sound of Kalima)

Produced by @SoundofKalima Mixed & Mastered by David Tallarico Listen on Spotify: http://ow.ly/hQnu30dHc6Q Apple Music: http://ow.ly/DqVG30dHc5c Lyrics: (V1) I'm On the line with the most high Coming live from the hive of low lives Improvising uprising with closed eyes Visualizing demise of the woes I spy With a vision precision driven at max speed Six women at minimum in the backseat Set on winning as if I'm a frikkin athlete First I was lastly served Now I have lead I get a bar and I'm spitting that shit into gold I'm trying hard, but the sin isn't within control Not in the cards for a limit to chip at my soul, So I look to stars when I'm feeling a dip in my glow (Bet these motherfuckers) Never met a nigga like me - nice as Minute Maid Strawberry vanilla iced tea with the lemonade Never been afraid of mind speech - I'm a renegade Been a great; finna grate your teeth up in a dinner plate Integrated eater of meat - I make beef disintegrate In the place to be with a beaker - they trying to immigrate On a beach in Belize with some sweet latinas in need of at least a litre of sweetened tea to obliterate (Hook) Sipping strawberry vanilla iced tea Cool as lemonade on my tastebuds I was fire straight out of pre-school Flavour tropical as Jamaica (V2) From the land of the Black Stars I was born in the dark with a black heart Set apart from the start with a black mark Tar on my back, car parts in my backyard I'm never even phased in the heat Sunshine just illuminates all of me Mon ami Get up on my wave and you'll see Why the way that I reach is away from the east West side Talking bout the home of the heatwave You could get the roast any weekday Every day's a sun day where we stay, son But you'd be uncomfortably baked Can't take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen or fry Word to the chief, keep the temperature lit in the tribe Palms in the trees causing fingers to litter the sky You could get deceased, so desist if you're killing the vibe Let me break it down Hot shit in the tropics - you're frolicking with the thundercats Comets in our vomit - thermometers get the butt of that Couldn't tell you what's in the tonic, but know it's something exotic to have you feeling phenomenal as a Gusher pack Someone summon drummers and a clap Tell 'em run it back Gonna wanna bump until the crack - run another lap Got the coldest of beverages busted open like hemmorhages If you don't get the message, I'm where the Summer's at (Hook) (V3 - Nya) It’s always he saw, she saw It’s a jigsaw they sure based on who? Frame it like a picture No filter Hang it like Kim Jong Un I be sipping on my Strawberry iced tea listening to MCs rap about the way they get checks Impressed by how I switch up the melody Kill it like a felony Going up is just a reflex No karma (Hook)

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16. Strangers feat. Sound of Kalima

  • Published: 2017-08-07T22:44:08Z
  • By ekke
Strangers feat. Sound of Kalima

Produced by @SoundofKalima Mixed & Mastered by David Tallarico Listen on Spotify: http://ow.ly/NSz530eeOxF Apple Music: http://ow.ly/eSqY30eeOA1 Lyrics: (Hook) Don't falter, baby It's our only night No pressure, baby Don't act like you know me down the line I'm doing you no favours I'm doing you no favours Nothing more I want in this world (V1) You breathe, swallow I leave hollow with release At least borrowed, but free following the relief It's brief although it's sweet Sorrow up and leaves easily all from this awful deed I get remodeled Wobble de Wobble All of these things I keep bottled inside of me deep you need not know Got no debriefs or speech I don't believe wallowing'll delete potholed history These fossils Keep following; no retweets Reviving debacles to try to repeat But peep how I'mma dodge 'em though got elite sneaks Solemn is my vow that I'm not doing nothing PG Y'all know Each domino depletes grief Weaned off of its bottle, so I can eat, sleep Please toggle the throttle; let's fly completely Pilot to co-pilot: arrival is finally reached (Hook) Don't falter, baby It's our only night No pressure, baby Don't act like you know me down the line I'm doing you no favours I'm doing you no favours Nothing more I want in this world (V2) It only hurts when I stop Come with me and let's get lost in our instincts And sink into moderate involvement with binging Inching close to longer more immodest unhinging Thinking no more talkative things It only hurts when I stop Keep it moving; no allowing for mingling Lingering on the cause of what has already been kinked When strings ain't attached and your prerogative's wink wink wink How could I not be running? It only hurts when I stop Carry on and on, getting off as we get charged Every drop of wattage abolishing dead sparks Heavy, hot and watery washing for fresh start Best part: I don’t gotta be bothered with head guards Eff scars apart from the marking from the next carve Cutting melodies emanating in F sharp Touching elegies elevating repressed dark arcs hard making something magic out of dark art (Hook) (Bridge) They be saying you a thot, thot, thot But you’re not that, baby you are not not not What you got got can’t fit in a box box box But the block crops you without a thought, thought, thought, and They be saying you a thot, thot, thot But you’re not that, baby you are not not not What you got got can’t fit in a box box box But the block crops you without a thought, thought, thought, and The feeling that’s been coming from me looking at your ass, I’m like ‘ooh dancer, ooh dancer’ Feeling that’s been coming from me looking at your dance, I’m like, ‘dance dancer, dance dance dancer’ Feeling that’s been coming from me looking at your ass, I’m like, ‘ooh dancer, ooh dancer’ Feeling that’s been coming from me looking at your dance, I’m like, ‘dance dancer, dance dance dancer’ But (Hook)

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17. Magic Words

  • Published: 2017-08-15T18:53:33Z
  • By ekke
Magic Words

Produced by ekke Co-produced by @soundofkalima Listen on Spotify: http://ow.ly/b9zp30etxim Apple Music: http://ow.ly/F3Lc30etxmu Lyrics: (V1) She was beautiful; a vision out of heaven In a tutu that looked tinted out in resin with a screw loose standing under blue moon essence A view that was brewed out of voodoo legends Who knew just from taking two huge head hits from crude cube I could bend and move through hedges And zoom out of my room consumed Jettisoned like boom and then marooned taken to new edges when I crashed Hit my head up on the dash Pedal to the metal let the metal hit the gas Petrol lead to treble, then the treble hit the glass and it splashed; when it settled I was nestled in the grass In a strange place full of special little zags 80 foot plants stuck in meadows full of hash Got a first glance of my heroine in black and I cracked, shot up where I sat Thinking who, what, when, where, why did I do a fucking scuba and rear dive inside of my screwed up and weird mind? Am I just fried? Too fucked? Dead? Real high? Fuck it, she was everything I dreamed in my fantasies Right between reason and sanity Feeling immediately in the green when my feet left the balance beam (Hook) Once upon a time not long ago Try to find a change in the pot of gold Only found faith in a box of smoke Talk about a half-baked chronicle Once upon a time not long ago Try to find a change in a pot of gold Only found faith in a box of smoke Once upon a time not long ago Like Once upon a time not long ago (x4) (V2) And so it begins As the world turns, real slowly it spins The ink from my pen flows to a copious brim My window creaks open and blows in the wind That's when the lights flicker with a flash and a bang And invite witness to miraculous things Then a jade box with the caption engraved creates coughing and causes a catalyst change And suddenly, within a moment of magic I didn't know how to manage my window closes with racket tennis pros and I panic Then I notice some static I'm feeling motion, but planted A vegetable in a can and I'm pigeonholed where I stand As I stare, then I step to go look Skeptical, shook Bending, and I'm getting so hooked Tension grows, then erodes nooks Should I go, book? I don't know, but I'm so cooked that I'd burn if you put me in a pot or a pan And I don't want to talk about the plot that I planned As I grabbed at the box with my dominant hand with ad hoc and a flock of advance Written near the flap on the top was a caption. It read: You'll never be alive till your panic is dead I spoke the magic words, and with that being said Took a deep breath, then half speed ahead like (Hook) (V3) Order will unravel Start up with the gavel Throw it fourth, it'll scorch; let it hit the gravel When it catches, you'll meet Pandora in your travels She will inform you how to stand tall and rip the shackles Once you're taught to see advanced forms in the shadows, You'll be sure to win the damn war and the battle With collateral of band horns, shifting cattle You will paddle through a sandstorm and you'll live to tattle You will dabble in the matters of growth Establishment of cataclysm crafted to blow Relax - if your stratagem is rather composed, When the symphony is scattered, you can gather your notes Yeah Take a stab at a throat The only way to last'll be to fashion revolt Cause chattering and jabbering'll trap you in hope Only action'll have a result So when you hear the shot pop, get lost to capture the rhythm Make it drop hot as pots and pans in the kitchen Cause the clock tocks; can it and listen Want the top spot? It's wrought with chances for slipping Getting knocked off is not a sham, it's tradition Real hot shots just walk and grab the position from the knock offs That is your mission Welcome to the path of attrition (Hook)

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18. Ride With Me

  • Published: 2017-08-30T02:59:35Z
  • By ekke
Ride With Me

Produced by ekke Co-Produced by @soundofkalima Mixed & Mastered by David Tallarico Listen on Spotify: http://ow.ly/45EN30eONTR Apple Music: http://ow.ly/eRIS30eONYL Lyrics: (V1) Yeah Doused in chaos, I meditate Grinning, ready and waiting to detonate Unaffected as mayhem accelerates Doing prep for the graves I'mma desecrate So at ease, if I stretch, I'mma defecate On a level they failing to regulate Blasting alt with a J as I ponder the shapes in support of my craving to tesselate Life's always trying to fuck Fine, I'm a mutt I'm all for piping it up I been dying to slide into sluts I'm into muff Muffled in silence enough Now I might just get violent if hushed Time to get rough Ruffle up life with this lust that you gave me when you came up into my world Aided lemon labor with epidural Now I'm obsessed with uplifting your name Every day I wake up singing and praying Struck me with the fucking holy ghost and now it's 'holy smokes! I feel a spirit untamed' Ever since, I've been a killer possessed Say the word, I'll make a hit in a sec Ride together, die together Whether weather climate's wet as hell or shining, I suggest you (Hook) Ride with me Cause I would do anything for you And you could be my reason for life If you could blow me out of this bubble Forever you will always be mine Cause I would do anything for you And you could be my reason for life If you could blow me out of this bubble Forever you will always be mine So come on and Ride with me Go on and Ride with me Till the morning Ride with me Go on and (V2) Yeah We could pay back the world in full On the come up perfecting our vertical Never paying attention to vertigo Cause I know that you'll get every hurdle pulled On a wave that for them's indiscernible Long as we stick together, it's murder You'll surely be purging your burdens for certain and turning your hurt to a version that's workable They just do not understand Really, they can't Fuck ‘em, they not in the plan Not gonna offer a hand I’ll be your mans Got you regardless of span Thick or thin, I’m finna roll when you call Take attendance - I'm the only of all Intermission from the inhibitions; when I'm with you living, then the feeling is frivolous Every time we get together, applause And we rise up to the level of gods Any prior signs of letting fire die are left behind as I forget that I'm flawed 'Fore you showed up, life was just a mistake Now I'm full of purpose, pressing for great Ride together, die together Whether weather climate's wet as hell or shining, I suggest you (Hook) So come on and Ride with me Go on and Ride with me Till the morning Ride with me Go on and Ride with me So come on and Ride with me Go on and Ride with me Till the morning Ride with me Go on and

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