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Travis August - Spill (feat. Yung Seats) Lyrics




Hip hip hooray drip drip it's Grace
Skrrt skrrt oh wait skip skip the brakes
Okay okay okay okay you was late
We started makin' Kingdom moves last year
You thought today big mistake no grill
Coolers don't like us no chill
Against the grain no oatmeal
Filled with His name so real
Still makin' waves with no deal
Holy Ghost got me strung up it's acoustic
No beats no melodies still music
You talkin' hittas that run quick
I got a hitta with drumsticks
Cup runneth over just give us a tour for me Dios
He'll give you a drum fit
It's lala land with the culture
I'm saga man with the loafers
Homrun like I'm Sosa
Aqua all on me in gallons
God gonna get all my talents
Boy runnin' wild like a stallion
Grace all around me I balance
Kris cross my heart you woulda thought I'm T'Challa
Fresh prince new start I see the latter with ladders woo

I fill up and then I spill spill spill spill spill
I fill up and then I spill spill spill spill spill
I fill up and then I aye
I fill up and then I aye
I fill up and then I huh huh huh
My cup runneth over my cup runneth over
My cup runneth over red rover red rover send homie right over
My cup runneth my cup runneth over
My cup runneth over my cup runneth over
Send homie right over

Two tone Two tone minds blown roof gone
I'm fond of Wakanda bruh knows true home
Snare drum snare drum hit the bass and ya boy run
Rum pum pum pum on my drum is too simple I'm givin' em more Son
Grateful I'm grateful thank God for my plate full
So I can not add what you dishin' I'm dippin' my mission in fishin'
We count it up count it up grace no amounting up
My God is so good and I am so ugh it's funny it still adds up
I'm talkin' so wild so I get reckless
Freedom no chains still rock a necklace
Oh my my my my stay connected like wifi
Jaymilli and Most High go bananas with my guy
Careless on bankroll 'cause paper just paper
If not bout my wisdom and character joka
Don't do me no favors
And I'm ever so thirsty so Lord pour it up keep it up
Fill me to brim and then overflow
Then make my haters come clean it up sorry

I fill up and then I spill spill spill spill spill
I fill up and then I spill spill spill spill spill
I fill up and then I aye
I fill up and then I aye
I fill up and then I huh huh huh
My cup runneth over my cup runneth over
My cup runneth over red rover red rover send homie right over
My cup runneth my cup runneth over
My cup runneth over my cup runneth over
Send homie right over

Waves still wakin' them beats stay on my
Plate I stay hungry the growth I promise can't
Wait two more seconds I'll show the world my Lord's
Great two more seconds I'll show the world my Lord
You talkin' hibachi alright chop it up chop it up
Your tongue is a two-edged sword if it ain't from the source then you hush it up
And I'm still a hot mess blow the whistle to qualify
Luckily God can use anyone hand on my head oh my my

I fill up and then I spill spill spill spill spill
I fill up and then I spill spill spill spill spill
I fill up and then I aye
I fill up and then I aye
I fill up and then I huh huh huh
My cup runneth over
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Hip hip hooray drip drip it's Grace
Skrrt skrrt oh wait skip skip the brakes
Okay okay okay okay you was late
We started makin' Kingdom moves last year
You thought today big mistake no grill
Coolers don't like us no chill
Against the grain no oatmeal
Filled with His name so real
Still makin' waves with no deal
Holy Ghost got me strung up it's acoustic
No beats no melodies still music
You talkin' hittas that run quick
I got a hitta with drumsticks
Cup runneth over just give us a tour for me Dios
He'll give you a drum fit
It's lala land with the culture
I'm saga man with the loafers
Homrun like I'm Sosa
Aqua all on me in gallons
God gonna get all my talents
Boy runnin' wild like a stallion
Grace all around me I balance
Kris cross my heart you woulda thought I'm T'Challa
Fresh prince new start I see the latter with ladders woo

I fill up and then I spill spill spill spill spill
I fill up and then I spill spill spill spill spill
I fill up and then I aye
I fill up and then I aye
I fill up and then I huh huh huh
My cup runneth over my cup runneth over
My cup runneth over red rover red rover send homie right over
My cup runneth my cup runneth over
My cup runneth over my cup runneth over
Send homie right over

Two tone Two tone minds blown roof gone
I'm fond of Wakanda bruh knows true home
Snare drum snare drum hit the bass and ya boy run
Rum pum pum pum on my drum is too simple I'm givin' em more Son
Grateful I'm grateful thank God for my plate full
So I can not add what you dishin' I'm dippin' my mission in fishin'
We count it up count it up grace no amounting up
My God is so good and I am so ugh it's funny it still adds up
I'm talkin' so wild so I get reckless
Freedom no chains still rock a necklace
Oh my my my my stay connected like wifi
Jaymilli and Most High go bananas with my guy
Careless on bankroll 'cause paper just paper
If not bout my wisdom and character joka
Don't do me no favors
And I'm ever so thirsty so Lord pour it up keep it up
Fill me to brim and then overflow
Then make my haters come clean it up sorry

I fill up and then I spill spill spill spill spill
I fill up and then I spill spill spill spill spill
I fill up and then I aye
I fill up and then I aye
I fill up and then I huh huh huh
My cup runneth over my cup runneth over
My cup runneth over red rover red rover send homie right over
My cup runneth my cup runneth over
My cup runneth over my cup runneth over
Send homie right over

Waves still wakin' them beats stay on my
Plate I stay hungry the growth I promise can't
Wait two more seconds I'll show the world my Lord's
Great two more seconds I'll show the world my Lord
You talkin' hibachi alright chop it up chop it up
Your tongue is a two-edged sword if it ain't from the source then you hush it up
And I'm still a hot mess blow the whistle to qualify
Luckily God can use anyone hand on my head oh my my

I fill up and then I spill spill spill spill spill
I fill up and then I spill spill spill spill spill
I fill up and then I aye
I fill up and then I aye
I fill up and then I huh huh huh
My cup runneth over
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Writer: TRAVIS JORDAN HIGHTER
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