Parachutes by Kevin1100 Lyrics
Song: Parachutes
Artist: Kevin1100
Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy
Girl you taste.../
Better than next day spaghetti/
I’m sharper than x-ray confetti/
You’re feeling me/
Might get cut in the cut/
And get some healing/
And then I’m splitting/
Like Adams, the surname of legacy I need like fye hoes/
‘Cause my Eve is ‘bout hot as the devil, the air to her fire though/
Put her out if she acting with attitude/
Anything less than immaculate, or spitting out my ejaculate/
She think I’m high and need parachute/
But I’m fine with sky diving, I hit the ground run in new pair of shoes/
Or the old ones, to embarrass you/
I’m a do me, you must do you/
We work it out like a loose noose/
…These are forces of chocolate/
My soul is as dark as pitch/
This ain’t melanin marketing/
Do you know who you rocking with?/
If it’s no when I go you’ll acknowledge it/
Fuck a model bitch/
That’s my motto bitch/
Walk in the dark and never stump my toe bitch/
Tomato Tomato, you’ll get it tomorrow/
We live in the future, I’m rapping right now/
Coming back just to shut this shit down/
Like Jesus, please believe this/
Like the reason for the seasons/
Happy Easter, Merry Christmas/
Tell them niggas, to tell them bitches/
Come and witness, come and get this/
Presence and pressure my nigga, you know what to do/
Stack and accrue/
Hop in the cou’t/
Ride out, give these outsiders the boot/
Hope your weapons the truth/
Hope you brought hella troops/
May your name be the proof/
Spill out your psyche through mic in the booth/
Like Christ in some Nikes I’m back to recoup/
And I brought lightning like daddy was Zeus/
Likely do rehab for substance abuse/
Just getting stronger, dick longer/
With the shits ‘cause my wit’s like a bong rip/
Bit hits looking like my fist with a strong grip/
Around a pistol with a long clip/
Bang bang Bang Bang BANg BANG BANG BANG/
I…fell asleep in your bitch/
Woke up to the hoe of my dreams/
Focused with a scope and a beam/
Potions and no GMO weed/
Pinky rings for the low yah mean/
Player shit over everything/
Life’s a games/
So its player shit over everything/
Artist: Kevin1100
Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy
Girl you taste.../
Better than next day spaghetti/
I’m sharper than x-ray confetti/
You’re feeling me/
Might get cut in the cut/
And get some healing/
And then I’m splitting/
Like Adams, the surname of legacy I need like fye hoes/
‘Cause my Eve is ‘bout hot as the devil, the air to her fire though/
Put her out if she acting with attitude/
Anything less than immaculate, or spitting out my ejaculate/
She think I’m high and need parachute/
But I’m fine with sky diving, I hit the ground run in new pair of shoes/
Or the old ones, to embarrass you/
I’m a do me, you must do you/
We work it out like a loose noose/
…These are forces of chocolate/
My soul is as dark as pitch/
This ain’t melanin marketing/
Do you know who you rocking with?/
If it’s no when I go you’ll acknowledge it/
Fuck a model bitch/
That’s my motto bitch/
Walk in the dark and never stump my toe bitch/
Tomato Tomato, you’ll get it tomorrow/
We live in the future, I’m rapping right now/
Coming back just to shut this shit down/
Like Jesus, please believe this/
Like the reason for the seasons/
Happy Easter, Merry Christmas/
Tell them niggas, to tell them bitches/
Come and witness, come and get this/
Presence and pressure my nigga, you know what to do/
Stack and accrue/
Hop in the cou’t/
Ride out, give these outsiders the boot/
Hope your weapons the truth/
Hope you brought hella troops/
May your name be the proof/
Spill out your psyche through mic in the booth/
Like Christ in some Nikes I’m back to recoup/
And I brought lightning like daddy was Zeus/
Likely do rehab for substance abuse/
Just getting stronger, dick longer/
With the shits ‘cause my wit’s like a bong rip/
Bit hits looking like my fist with a strong grip/
Around a pistol with a long clip/
Bang bang Bang Bang BANg BANG BANG BANG/
I…fell asleep in your bitch/
Woke up to the hoe of my dreams/
Focused with a scope and a beam/
Potions and no GMO weed/
Pinky rings for the low yah mean/
Player shit over everything/
Life’s a games/
So its player shit over everything/