Slump Lords - Pockets (feat. Isaac Sawyer) Lyrics

It feels good though... it's all about the feels

(You know my STEEZ... Higher than a mother f*cka!)

For the record don't f*ck up rotation
Use this record, As a flotation
If you blinded by our light than quit star gazing
I never trip yet this feels like a vacation
Las Vegas, Bume H. Macy so shameless
The boss came up off remaining nameless
This weeds so famous, I'm not
This coke is dangerous, Why not?
Used to be hard headed with high tops
Now I'm barbaric on sliced chops
One-sided cus' the vision is Cyclops
Try me. The Triceratops
I'm f*ckin' stupid for letting you use it
We coordinated it, You confused it
We created it, You dilute it
You can f*cked up for trying to stop whats movin'
Bass boomin
Slump Lords
Take drugs
Make Music

(Things are gettin good lookin better now)

I feel fresh
I feel blessed
I thank god cus I don't feel stress
Records pressed, sold out, none left
Slump Lords slump more than the rest (Yes)
Yes Yes Your'e now rockin' with the mess
Amazin' Met, Queens shit represent
New York native turned Las Vegas Vet
I won Las Vegas on a bet (Hmmm... Bet)
Go from zilch to a mil
Replay the film, Om and Phil on the field
Know it's real, catch feels
Feel the chill
The windchill factor didn't factor in the skills (Skills)
Sell a beat than I pay a bill
Blowin' steam, Ash Tray out the windowsill
Hella chill
Won't play myself for the mass appeal (F*ck That)
That's how I Phil/ Feel

Slump, Slump
Duh-duh Duh-duh Duh-duh
This that skunk punk
Get Pumped
The drums punch
Oh she plump?
I'll still hump like Wednesday
Watch me ball like Uncle Fester
My genes mean, bold balm, Adam's Family
Nonchalant proper prophet
In the pocket plotting the impossible
Never see me stress
These lines are GPS
For the beat freaks
You can't sleep on fresh
You just can't...
We don't f*ck with that womp womp
We take what we want
We in the who's who's of crew's brusin' mics
On moody music, It's a movie
You held captive
No close caption
We so def
Super soul sonic leave em' astonished
Honestly, stanzas make them stand up
This ain't Panda, I'm not pandering
Once the Slump touch it, Forget it
Not in your budget
They trying to haggle the price
He ain't budging

(You know my STEEZ... Higher than a mother f*cka!)