If you go into nature, alone
And don't eat much
And don't speak much...
Within 72 hours, you know
The hills speak and the winds confer with you
Uh
The trees are orange and the scenery is looking dapper
The perfect place to commit murder on another rapper
Some Kill Bill shit, slightly will thrill you people
I'm Uma Thurman dressed in black and yellow, Wiz Khalifa
And you also know I'm smoking dope like Wiz Khalifa
Used to have the pack of pills stashed in the back of my four-seater
Now I got knowledge and power,
I use it when I need it
And I can stall all you brawlers
Man, you bitches are demons
I'm sitting at a lake looking at the shit across
Got a fat Raw cone in my mouth, pause
I cannot f*ck with all these knock offs
These lockjaw, can't say shit
Pop off blatant MC's
It's plain to see
You cocksuckers took the idea to rap from me
In my town, you see
It's a bunch of pussies
The "look, see!"
"Whodunnit?"
Up in everyone's tree
The drama queens
The college kids
The pharmacies are slaughtering kids
The iPhone's know where everything is
The moms and dads know what everything is
As I get served the roasted chicken with the pineapple glaze
I start trippin', thinking my mind has a face
My mom cannot accept that I get high everyday
My motto is I smoke dope or I lay in the grave
The ticking time bomb of life, I'm in disaster's path
Asthma attack, half of the cash is in plastic bags
Spazz on the track, for what?
Not even a f*ckin' rack
You muhf*ckas rather would blast all of this whack trash
Puff puff pass turn into "What was that?"
Burning hella blunt wraps in the back of the gold cav
Learning how to reflect, but I just stumble and dash
And earn hella respect from these muhf*ckas with cash
You heard
I know, I know
In this bitch like gyno, uh
Seeking an offering for peace in this cycle, uh
I'm pleading on my knees, fiend, I'm a psycho, uh
I'm beating on the trees, f*ck it, I might go, uh
I think I think
I could be a psychic
Could never be a sidekick
I reap what the f*ck I pick
We're losing sight of what we all hoped to accomplish
We're losing sight of what we hoped to accomplish
Lync Lone - Sakura Forest Lyrics
Lync Lone - Sakura Forest Lyrics
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English
If you go into nature, alone
And don't eat much
And don't speak much...
Within 72 hours, you know
The hills speak and the winds confer with you
Uh
The trees are orange and the scenery is looking dapper
The perfect place to commit murder on another rapper
Some Kill Bill shit, slightly will thrill you people
I'm Uma Thurman dressed in black and yellow, Wiz Khalifa
And you also know I'm smoking dope like Wiz Khalifa
Used to have the pack of pills stashed in the back of my four-seater
Now I got knowledge and power,
I use it when I need it
And I can stall all you brawlers
Man, you bitches are demons
I'm sitting at a lake looking at the shit across
Got a fat Raw cone in my mouth, pause
I cannot f*ck with all these knock offs
These lockjaw, can't say shit
Pop off blatant MC's
It's plain to see
You cocksuckers took the idea to rap from me
In my town, you see
It's a bunch of pussies
The "look, see!"
"Whodunnit?"
Up in everyone's tree
The drama queens
The college kids
The pharmacies are slaughtering kids
The iPhone's know where everything is
The moms and dads know what everything is
As I get served the roasted chicken with the pineapple glaze
I start trippin', thinking my mind has a face
My mom cannot accept that I get high everyday
My motto is I smoke dope or I lay in the grave
The ticking time bomb of life, I'm in disaster's path
Asthma attack, half of the cash is in plastic bags
Spazz on the track, for what?
Not even a f*ckin' rack
You muhf*ckas rather would blast all of this whack trash
Puff puff pass turn into "What was that?"
Burning hella blunt wraps in the back of the gold cav
Learning how to reflect, but I just stumble and dash
And earn hella respect from these muhf*ckas with cash
You heard
I know, I know
In this bitch like gyno, uh
Seeking an offering for peace in this cycle, uh
I'm pleading on my knees, fiend, I'm a psycho, uh
I'm beating on the trees, f*ck it, I might go, uh
I think I think
I could be a psychic
Could never be a sidekick
I reap what the f*ck I pick
We're losing sight of what we all hoped to accomplish
We're losing sight of what we hoped to accomplish
And don't eat much
And don't speak much...
Within 72 hours, you know
The hills speak and the winds confer with you
Uh
The trees are orange and the scenery is looking dapper
The perfect place to commit murder on another rapper
Some Kill Bill shit, slightly will thrill you people
I'm Uma Thurman dressed in black and yellow, Wiz Khalifa
And you also know I'm smoking dope like Wiz Khalifa
Used to have the pack of pills stashed in the back of my four-seater
Now I got knowledge and power,
I use it when I need it
And I can stall all you brawlers
Man, you bitches are demons
I'm sitting at a lake looking at the shit across
Got a fat Raw cone in my mouth, pause
I cannot f*ck with all these knock offs
These lockjaw, can't say shit
Pop off blatant MC's
It's plain to see
You cocksuckers took the idea to rap from me
In my town, you see
It's a bunch of pussies
The "look, see!"
"Whodunnit?"
Up in everyone's tree
The drama queens
The college kids
The pharmacies are slaughtering kids
The iPhone's know where everything is
The moms and dads know what everything is
As I get served the roasted chicken with the pineapple glaze
I start trippin', thinking my mind has a face
My mom cannot accept that I get high everyday
My motto is I smoke dope or I lay in the grave
The ticking time bomb of life, I'm in disaster's path
Asthma attack, half of the cash is in plastic bags
Spazz on the track, for what?
Not even a f*ckin' rack
You muhf*ckas rather would blast all of this whack trash
Puff puff pass turn into "What was that?"
Burning hella blunt wraps in the back of the gold cav
Learning how to reflect, but I just stumble and dash
And earn hella respect from these muhf*ckas with cash
You heard
I know, I know
In this bitch like gyno, uh
Seeking an offering for peace in this cycle, uh
I'm pleading on my knees, fiend, I'm a psycho, uh
I'm beating on the trees, f*ck it, I might go, uh
I think I think
I could be a psychic
Could never be a sidekick
I reap what the f*ck I pick
We're losing sight of what we all hoped to accomplish
We're losing sight of what we hoped to accomplish
Writer: Lync Lone
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid