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Bowser In The Sky Video (MV)




Performed By: Sylvan LaCue
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: SYLVAN LACUE, UNKNOWN WRITER




Sylvan LaCue - Bowser In The Sky Lyrics




Verse 1
Niggas still yapping bout who the best is, Investments
I pushed product under thy noses still they couldn't feel a thing, Tetris
Building blocks enforced my excellence
Boy I'm starting, you blessed to handle my refreshments
The game is reckless
A Bunch of baby boomers sitting in cubicles sharing meme posts through DM's & texts
Old gatekeepers, I've seen em crumble over cake & hang themselves, Breathless
Feels like I made a return to the royal rumble got a pop and eliminated like edge did
Hold Up a second
I've drawn a line with all my peers and dare a soul to cross my boundary Jericho upon my checklist
Why does the cred get, Lost in all your explanations.
I like patience cause timing delivers solace when the threats hit
It's chess not checkers
Babygirl ordered a 2nd round of drinks
But I wanna f*ck, so I'm asking where the check is
These are the moments I thank the Lord I have a preference
Niggas popped bottles at the awards, I did my pushups, sit-ups & pull-ups
My brothers come to me for grace & good connection like 96 Master P, I got the hook up
My only goal in rap is to leave you niggas shook up
And tell niggas Mickey Factz started skinny jeans & supras
Forsaken our legends for for fickle talent, F*ck a cook up.
I've seen all the morals go out the window and betrayal cross as soon as I looked up
Shook so many hands and delivered so many deeds without asking because the universe is peeping
I read the secret.
Discovered 14 laws and utilized some spiritual shit to keep these demons out my cement
Then stared at the surface till I was forced to hit the deep-end
And to every falling out I had just know my nigga we even
No need to keep in
Touch my soul in any way possible, funeral, old nigga preaching
Kiss from a rose and seal his fate upon the weekend.
Hmmm, This y'all only warning.
Niggas still yapping bout who the best is

*Clears throat*

Are we live?
Alright
The following message is intended for all audiences tuned in to the Young Sylvan program.
Young Sylvan is coming back for all you mutherf*ckers.
Young Sylvan doesn't give a shit about what you think about this album
Unless you believe it's the best album you've ever heard.
Young Sylvan would also like to clarify that it's not
F*ck every rapper in this bitch,
It's more, f*ck every rapper in this bitch that's shown or will show disrespect towards Young Sylvan.
Um, anything else?
Um yea
Sniffs
I need double this time, for everything I lost.
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Verse 1
Niggas still yapping bout who the best is, Investments
I pushed product under thy noses still they couldn't feel a thing, Tetris
Building blocks enforced my excellence
Boy I'm starting, you blessed to handle my refreshments
The game is reckless
A Bunch of baby boomers sitting in cubicles sharing meme posts through DM's & texts
Old gatekeepers, I've seen em crumble over cake & hang themselves, Breathless
Feels like I made a return to the royal rumble got a pop and eliminated like edge did
Hold Up a second
I've drawn a line with all my peers and dare a soul to cross my boundary Jericho upon my checklist
Why does the cred get, Lost in all your explanations.
I like patience cause timing delivers solace when the threats hit
It's chess not checkers
Babygirl ordered a 2nd round of drinks
But I wanna f*ck, so I'm asking where the check is
These are the moments I thank the Lord I have a preference
Niggas popped bottles at the awards, I did my pushups, sit-ups & pull-ups
My brothers come to me for grace & good connection like 96 Master P, I got the hook up
My only goal in rap is to leave you niggas shook up
And tell niggas Mickey Factz started skinny jeans & supras
Forsaken our legends for for fickle talent, F*ck a cook up.
I've seen all the morals go out the window and betrayal cross as soon as I looked up
Shook so many hands and delivered so many deeds without asking because the universe is peeping
I read the secret.
Discovered 14 laws and utilized some spiritual shit to keep these demons out my cement
Then stared at the surface till I was forced to hit the deep-end
And to every falling out I had just know my nigga we even
No need to keep in
Touch my soul in any way possible, funeral, old nigga preaching
Kiss from a rose and seal his fate upon the weekend.
Hmmm, This y'all only warning.
Niggas still yapping bout who the best is

*Clears throat*

Are we live?
Alright
The following message is intended for all audiences tuned in to the Young Sylvan program.
Young Sylvan is coming back for all you mutherf*ckers.
Young Sylvan doesn't give a shit about what you think about this album
Unless you believe it's the best album you've ever heard.
Young Sylvan would also like to clarify that it's not
F*ck every rapper in this bitch,
It's more, f*ck every rapper in this bitch that's shown or will show disrespect towards Young Sylvan.
Um, anything else?
Um yea
Sniffs
I need double this time, for everything I lost.
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Writer: SYLVAN LACUE, UNKNOWN WRITER
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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