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Max Rahn - Chemistry (feat. BredMan) Lyrics



Max Rahn - Chemistry (feat. BredMan) Lyrics
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I'm flowing like king of the waves
I got my hand on the trident
My finger tips feel the flames
Small talks jot thoughts
Then I'm flipping the page
I'm always looking for something fittin'
That's different to blaze
Like sherm dipsticks bad bitches sniffin' the fumes
Shit is dope baking soda coke cooked on a spoon
My fans crackheads who sit back and listen to tunes
Feeling like I'm communicating from a different room
Shit is mental
Cool breeze breathe in my rhythm
I pop a mento
Overseas raisin' the ceiling so un momento
The way I'm moving may be fulfilling
But f*ck a pencil
When I feel myself it's off of the temple
My tempo varying speeds
Shit is sick leave 'em
Surrounded with fleas
It's getting scary like I carry disease
F*ck 'em give me some distance
I'll be here in the trees
The bullshit I can't hear
So don't come near with it please
Who that who they who them
Treat 'em like a student
Off the back when I relax we speaking factual
This casual fashion keep the stack stashed in like collectibles
Need my money coming in intervals
Them bank statements is pivotal
Count up every dollar cause it's ritual
Habitual hood niggas never make it out the system
First gun that lil nigga touched it probably wasn't no fake one
Seem like everyday niggas tryna fight back
Against something they can't see
Now tell me how the f*ck is that
When I speak he speaking back
I make it out no looking back
Pressure on my back
Weight up on my shoulders
Take a couple more steps
Nigga I ain't folding
Hold onto to yo britches at this damn pace
It's academic failure you just gotta know your own lane
Know it come in due timing
Focus on your silver lining
And conquer all them f*cking dreams nigga
Don't just bottom line 'em
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I'm flowing like king of the waves
I got my hand on the trident
My finger tips feel the flames
Small talks jot thoughts
Then I'm flipping the page
I'm always looking for something fittin'
That's different to blaze
Like sherm dipsticks bad bitches sniffin' the fumes
Shit is dope baking soda coke cooked on a spoon
My fans crackheads who sit back and listen to tunes
Feeling like I'm communicating from a different room
Shit is mental
Cool breeze breathe in my rhythm
I pop a mento
Overseas raisin' the ceiling so un momento
The way I'm moving may be fulfilling
But f*ck a pencil
When I feel myself it's off of the temple
My tempo varying speeds
Shit is sick leave 'em
Surrounded with fleas
It's getting scary like I carry disease
F*ck 'em give me some distance
I'll be here in the trees
The bullshit I can't hear
So don't come near with it please
Who that who they who them
Treat 'em like a student
Off the back when I relax we speaking factual
This casual fashion keep the stack stashed in like collectibles
Need my money coming in intervals
Them bank statements is pivotal
Count up every dollar cause it's ritual
Habitual hood niggas never make it out the system
First gun that lil nigga touched it probably wasn't no fake one
Seem like everyday niggas tryna fight back
Against something they can't see
Now tell me how the f*ck is that
When I speak he speaking back
I make it out no looking back
Pressure on my back
Weight up on my shoulders
Take a couple more steps
Nigga I ain't folding
Hold onto to yo britches at this damn pace
It's academic failure you just gotta know your own lane
Know it come in due timing
Focus on your silver lining
And conquer all them f*cking dreams nigga
Don't just bottom line 'em
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Writer: Jeremiah Jones, Maximilian Rahn
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Max Rahn - Chemistry (feat. BredMan) Video
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Performed By: Max Rahn
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Jeremiah Jones, Maximilian Rahn

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