Apples and Coffee by Kaelen Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Every nigga want a wrap, me too one toasted
Black olives, top it off with some almond soda
Swallow a awful lot like a flock of some dying orphans
Spitting cyanide poison, third eye with a righteous motive
Heaven only knows the foresight of this mighty moment
Steady investing in gold tokens, im toking this foreign potent
Malatov toss it like a softball, fuck that I'm in the major league, weak niggas I'm overthrowing
Heavy dosing on a lot of whatever your doctor ordered
Robotic as lobotomized toddlers, no frontal lobe
Prose colder than Kafka eatin a chilli bowl
So sovereign, solely controllin this life line
Toads pouring in, from the depths of this shining sky
Only soul I've sold is those from Jordan 4's
Eyesight of life is twice that of the typical consumer
Nigga wake the fuck up, you snoozing sort of peculiar
Every wack rapper be feedin quarters to jewellers
Spending every cent his head is empty as jupiter
He lose his fools gold, so this misfortunate news to her
She dump him real hard as sitting on porcelain pooin' turds
Noose around his neck wish his mother never choose to birth
Dudes delusions got him missin from the universe
[Hook]
Most of these niggas isn't on my wavelength
Most of these niggas is blind to what's blatant
My friends and I questioning life on a daily basis
What's the real deal what lies in imagination
[Verse 2]
But then again I'm probably just a middle class kid
Who likes to paint pictures of skinny bitches with little asses
This life's a fucking written bad script
Last draft and the grammars rather inadequate
Just for kicks I'mma type it in comic sans bitch
Rewriting my lines a tad bit
Plotting more violent riots, with a accent
Storyline I don't like it, I'mma cast myself as a highlife king
And you? A skinny bastard who likes to pick fights and shit
Not hopin to smoke dro, though them niggas better green light the script
I been fighting the system, uppercut jab hook pow right in the kisser
Why's it that my mind's thinking
Of this insignificant kiss I was given
You niggas been spittin deliberate gibberish
You lickin up the spit been sippin illiterate writtens
Weak niggas afraid to die, like syphilis bitches
I'm fixing broke minds, shit I'm a technician
Half you niggas ain't living, you only existing
Listen to the whole system, they solely be dissing
My life consists of
Hot summers and fine bitches, I wish this was
Christmas, my wish list is inconsistent
Its six sixes of bitches and six Christians
I'm kind of a contradiction
You niggas about to witness
Im going to be whipping out my dick and fucking the whole system
[Y.S]
Damn nigga, you gon' fuck the whole entire system?
[Hook]
Every nigga want a wrap, me too one toasted
Black olives, top it off with some almond soda
Swallow a awful lot like a flock of some dying orphans
Spitting cyanide poison, third eye with a righteous motive
Heaven only knows the foresight of this mighty moment
Steady investing in gold tokens, im toking this foreign potent
Malatov toss it like a softball, fuck that I'm in the major league, weak niggas I'm overthrowing
Heavy dosing on a lot of whatever your doctor ordered
Robotic as lobotomized toddlers, no frontal lobe
Prose colder than Kafka eatin a chilli bowl
So sovereign, solely controllin this life line
Toads pouring in, from the depths of this shining sky
Only soul I've sold is those from Jordan 4's
Eyesight of life is twice that of the typical consumer
Nigga wake the fuck up, you snoozing sort of peculiar
Every wack rapper be feedin quarters to jewellers
Spending every cent his head is empty as jupiter
He lose his fools gold, so this misfortunate news to her
She dump him real hard as sitting on porcelain pooin' turds
Noose around his neck wish his mother never choose to birth
Dudes delusions got him missin from the universe
[Hook]
Most of these niggas isn't on my wavelength
Most of these niggas is blind to what's blatant
My friends and I questioning life on a daily basis
What's the real deal what lies in imagination
[Verse 2]
But then again I'm probably just a middle class kid
Who likes to paint pictures of skinny bitches with little asses
This life's a fucking written bad script
Last draft and the grammars rather inadequate
Just for kicks I'mma type it in comic sans bitch
Rewriting my lines a tad bit
Plotting more violent riots, with a accent
Storyline I don't like it, I'mma cast myself as a highlife king
And you? A skinny bastard who likes to pick fights and shit
Not hopin to smoke dro, though them niggas better green light the script
I been fighting the system, uppercut jab hook pow right in the kisser
Why's it that my mind's thinking
Of this insignificant kiss I was given
You niggas been spittin deliberate gibberish
You lickin up the spit been sippin illiterate writtens
Weak niggas afraid to die, like syphilis bitches
I'm fixing broke minds, shit I'm a technician
Half you niggas ain't living, you only existing
Listen to the whole system, they solely be dissing
My life consists of
Hot summers and fine bitches, I wish this was
Christmas, my wish list is inconsistent
Its six sixes of bitches and six Christians
I'm kind of a contradiction
You niggas about to witness
Im going to be whipping out my dick and fucking the whole system
[Y.S]
Damn nigga, you gon' fuck the whole entire system?
[Hook]