Good Tidings/Basis by KISSTHECROOK Lyrics
PART I - GOOD TIDINGS
[VERSE 1: KISSTHECROOK]
6 feet deep, know the devil gettin' cold feet
Nose bleed seats, God's laughin at me
Sad I am used to this shit
Butt of the joke I am Pagliacci
Man, a life on the beach would be sweet
Bitch on my lap with the sun down on me
I be at peace, repeat back to you
Offer each other a sign of good tidings, huh
Eatin' the pods, closer to God
Drinkin' the sip, lower to sod
Down in the ocean I feel like I'm floatin'
But up above water I hear the commotion
Hear whistle blowin, splashin of feet
Bubbles go up, I'm tryin' to breathe
Feel my hand grabbed - think fast
Now I'm back
Happy to be here, but know it won't last
Two years from now, I'm back on my ass
A vicious cycle, trapped in a cyclone
My own emotions betray me - disciple
Do me like Judas, do it like Brutus
Know I've been through this, huh
Brain thinking different
Thoughts in my mind break the surface like tension
Nervous, anxious - I'm complacent
Treat me like a mental patient
Outside in, like exhibition
My ass need an exorcism
Drink to free my inhibitions
Think I'm me but never listen
Drink to free my inhibitions
Think I'm me but never listen
[BEAT SWITCH]
PART II - BASIS
[VERSE 2: KISSTHECROOK]
Any god you fuckin with I'll send yo ass up just to meet with him
Type of guy you tussle with, just know you ain't defeatin him
Victoria's secret, my profession
Blowin stress out my fuckin' barrel
Make a pussy suck on the smoke
Inhale the vapors, the bitch take a toke
Boys laughin' at your corpse, yo ass a joke
Thought they was fuckin' with you, they remote
Isolated from fakes, they controlling the tapes (yuh)
I choose what to view
Ask for specifics but what do you do?
They want the deets?
Then yo ass on the news
Oh no, dont rat on crew - you done came and went
No matter what happens
I'm a strappin gent, keep it formal on my side
Gala with Hadid, every day of the week
Suckin' on my seed, succeed
Not normal
I am not fucking basic
Chef up my shit on a daily basis
You want a plate? Well then come have a seat
By the time the smoke clears, my shit be on repeat
Yelling my name while you begging for your own
See you in hell, the devil egging me on
Hanging with zombies like my name was Leon
And this is my precedent inside your residence (Fuck!)
[VERSE 1: KISSTHECROOK]
6 feet deep, know the devil gettin' cold feet
Nose bleed seats, God's laughin at me
Sad I am used to this shit
Butt of the joke I am Pagliacci
Man, a life on the beach would be sweet
Bitch on my lap with the sun down on me
I be at peace, repeat back to you
Offer each other a sign of good tidings, huh
Eatin' the pods, closer to God
Drinkin' the sip, lower to sod
Down in the ocean I feel like I'm floatin'
But up above water I hear the commotion
Hear whistle blowin, splashin of feet
Bubbles go up, I'm tryin' to breathe
Feel my hand grabbed - think fast
Now I'm back
Happy to be here, but know it won't last
Two years from now, I'm back on my ass
A vicious cycle, trapped in a cyclone
My own emotions betray me - disciple
Do me like Judas, do it like Brutus
Know I've been through this, huh
Brain thinking different
Thoughts in my mind break the surface like tension
Nervous, anxious - I'm complacent
Treat me like a mental patient
Outside in, like exhibition
My ass need an exorcism
Drink to free my inhibitions
Think I'm me but never listen
Drink to free my inhibitions
Think I'm me but never listen
[BEAT SWITCH]
PART II - BASIS
[VERSE 2: KISSTHECROOK]
Any god you fuckin with I'll send yo ass up just to meet with him
Type of guy you tussle with, just know you ain't defeatin him
Victoria's secret, my profession
Blowin stress out my fuckin' barrel
Make a pussy suck on the smoke
Inhale the vapors, the bitch take a toke
Boys laughin' at your corpse, yo ass a joke
Thought they was fuckin' with you, they remote
Isolated from fakes, they controlling the tapes (yuh)
I choose what to view
Ask for specifics but what do you do?
They want the deets?
Then yo ass on the news
Oh no, dont rat on crew - you done came and went
No matter what happens
I'm a strappin gent, keep it formal on my side
Gala with Hadid, every day of the week
Suckin' on my seed, succeed
Not normal
I am not fucking basic
Chef up my shit on a daily basis
You want a plate? Well then come have a seat
By the time the smoke clears, my shit be on repeat
Yelling my name while you begging for your own
See you in hell, the devil egging me on
Hanging with zombies like my name was Leon
And this is my precedent inside your residence (Fuck!)