Archer by KR$NA Lyrics
Ay, ay, ay
I got the whole world in the palm of my sands
I got 'em bumpin from the stands
To the sacred lands, a-a-activist plans
Plotting through my gang
Boutta build a whole army
Just to arm all of the, all who see, raging free
Gospels through a trap beat (beat beat yeah)
Rolled up on the scene, like a fiend, yeah
R-R-Rolled up on the scene, like a fiend, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey
Music for the movement, we trooping lucid, going stupid, yeah, yeah, yeah
My eyelids fluttering, and I'm stuttering, wondеring
Gang hitting up the dispensary, my treat
I got thе whole team zooted! (zooted zooted zooted zooted)
Lightly trimming living truly ??? for a living
Eyelids fluttering, like the painted winds of style
Like the sunset blazing free, through the trial, ay
Floating to the sky
Rocking in ano-no-nother w-way, and I pray, and I pray
For a bitch who understand what I say
Look into the seas, I got a couple bloody threes
Smokin' all the kief, hanging from a tree, too-too dead to flee
Floating with the feet chained to the floating free
Always two chains, one for the start of the change
One for the end of the pain, for a bitch who understand what I'm saying, is all I'm prayin', all I'm prayin', yeah
Music for the movement, trooping lucid, going stupid
Music for the movement, trooping lucid, going stupid
Music for the movement, trooping lucid, going stupid
I got the whole world in the palm of my sands
I got 'em bumpin from the stands
To the sacred lands, a-a-activist plans
Plotting through my gang
Boutta build a whole army
Just to arm all of the, all who see, raging free
Gospels through a trap beat (beat beat yeah)
Rolled up on the scene, like a fiend, yeah
R-R-Rolled up on the scene, like a fiend, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey
Music for the movement, we trooping lucid, going stupid, yeah, yeah, yeah
My eyelids fluttering, and I'm stuttering, wondеring
Gang hitting up the dispensary, my treat
I got thе whole team zooted! (zooted zooted zooted zooted)
Lightly trimming living truly ??? for a living
Eyelids fluttering, like the painted winds of style
Like the sunset blazing free, through the trial, ay
Floating to the sky
Rocking in ano-no-nother w-way, and I pray, and I pray
For a bitch who understand what I say
Look into the seas, I got a couple bloody threes
Smokin' all the kief, hanging from a tree, too-too dead to flee
Floating with the feet chained to the floating free
Always two chains, one for the start of the change
One for the end of the pain, for a bitch who understand what I'm saying, is all I'm prayin', all I'm prayin', yeah
Music for the movement, trooping lucid, going stupid
Music for the movement, trooping lucid, going stupid
Music for the movement, trooping lucid, going stupid