Nirvana Urbana by FRAZZLDAZZL Lyrics
Frazz D R is about to tear apart
Any busta tryna fuck with the way
I wanna lay my bars down on the mic
Livin at the fly of the chain
Whata healthy perspective from the way of my sight
Not underestimating my chances of controlling the game
When the only instinct I have left is just to fucking fight
Not fleeing from no fed
No way not tonight
I'm taking down every single pig with me
Before I leave the luxury of the light
Sippin on the Actavis, hittin snowy Chewy Blunt$
[inhale]
They filled with the ingredient, white
[exhale] cuz...
The message I be spittin is way deeper than your girl's beaver cuz
Even tho she be great at suckin dick, I'ma still leave her
Over in Cali I know the grass is greener
But we care about the dabs and tabs and all the drugs'll make us meaner
Cuz I'm gonna be liftin more than a couple of liters (couple o liters)
Sippin on a hunna of liters (hunna o liters)
We know you don't fiend so why you always tryna mooch off the captain of the muthafuckin keeper
Here it goes
Now I'm poppin every single perc I could get my filthy hands on
Grimy motherfucker
Every story I spit show that I never be thinking about how I'm making a dance song
Cuz I'm straight fuckin trappin and the
Only way I'm leaving the freedom is having my plans wrong
So this is why I'm claiming I'm having all these blackouts and
Hate how I be getting the guwop
Livin in the drop of a trance song
Always tryna be more of a man than my pop
Well it's time to get these pants on
Been fuckin all ya bitches too damn long
I'm leaving you in the dust
Don't take it the wrong way
I just wanna live the American Dream of havin a bomb day
Cuz you know we straight thuggin when we mixing the louder with a couple of shots of Bombay
Now we also coked out like we gonna bend our fuckin minds
Making them fuckin concave
Then we feelin like we reached a state of Nirvana Urbana
Wreckin every single fucker like I was Slim Shady and they are the Lotto
Maybe instilling panic like I was your worst fear
Like I was a boggart
Yeah, call me a cypher machine
Cuz I'm lovin the lean
And it's read, never green
Cuz I feel like a king in the speech
Because of the situation that brings me to get my cell a ring
Talkin about when the guards are hitting on my metal bars when I'm laying in the cell dream
Never gonna get out or pay the bail so I made a scheme
Lied straight to your face to avoid the jail cream
Any busta tryna fuck with the way
I wanna lay my bars down on the mic
Livin at the fly of the chain
Whata healthy perspective from the way of my sight
Not underestimating my chances of controlling the game
When the only instinct I have left is just to fucking fight
Not fleeing from no fed
No way not tonight
I'm taking down every single pig with me
Before I leave the luxury of the light
Sippin on the Actavis, hittin snowy Chewy Blunt$
[inhale]
They filled with the ingredient, white
[exhale] cuz...
The message I be spittin is way deeper than your girl's beaver cuz
Even tho she be great at suckin dick, I'ma still leave her
Over in Cali I know the grass is greener
But we care about the dabs and tabs and all the drugs'll make us meaner
Cuz I'm gonna be liftin more than a couple of liters (couple o liters)
Sippin on a hunna of liters (hunna o liters)
We know you don't fiend so why you always tryna mooch off the captain of the muthafuckin keeper
Here it goes
Now I'm poppin every single perc I could get my filthy hands on
Grimy motherfucker
Every story I spit show that I never be thinking about how I'm making a dance song
Cuz I'm straight fuckin trappin and the
Only way I'm leaving the freedom is having my plans wrong
So this is why I'm claiming I'm having all these blackouts and
Hate how I be getting the guwop
Livin in the drop of a trance song
Always tryna be more of a man than my pop
Well it's time to get these pants on
Been fuckin all ya bitches too damn long
I'm leaving you in the dust
Don't take it the wrong way
I just wanna live the American Dream of havin a bomb day
Cuz you know we straight thuggin when we mixing the louder with a couple of shots of Bombay
Now we also coked out like we gonna bend our fuckin minds
Making them fuckin concave
Then we feelin like we reached a state of Nirvana Urbana
Wreckin every single fucker like I was Slim Shady and they are the Lotto
Maybe instilling panic like I was your worst fear
Like I was a boggart
Yeah, call me a cypher machine
Cuz I'm lovin the lean
And it's read, never green
Cuz I feel like a king in the speech
Because of the situation that brings me to get my cell a ring
Talkin about when the guards are hitting on my metal bars when I'm laying in the cell dream
Never gonna get out or pay the bail so I made a scheme
Lied straight to your face to avoid the jail cream