France by King Anatoliy Lyrics
Life always cycles like its tryna be a rival
Of the men out in France riding bikes in the hills
Really ain't into that third eye in my brain
But one too many trips got me thinking bout the same
Hippy? Yeah not quite
Hard to stay in darkness when you're flooded out with light
Turned the brightness down to see the marvel that's in front of me
Centipede the progress but we've got nowhere to be
Switch it on dash what the hype bring in
Model twin Siamese, tag team her for the win
Suspension ride low, guess it match the state of mine
Might have what you want, don't know what you want to find
Kick it, laid back old school
Cam'ron, maybe Ja Rule
East coast, turn to beast coast
Still up on the top, when the lyrics aren't forgot
Aural fixation fixed easily
Treading on wants they needly
Calling out my name they need me
Reheating claims hope to placate
Which way are we going is it up or down?
Wall in the way, should we just go around
Tell me it's here, but I don't see a clown
Escher up in here, guess it all makes sense
Life always cycles like its tryna be a rival of the men out in France riding bikes in the hills
Really ain't into that third eye in my brain
But one too many trips got me thinking bout the same
Hippy? Yea not quite
Hard to stay in darkness when you're flooded out with light
Turned the brightness down to see the marvel that's in front of me
Centipede the progress but we've got nowhere to be
English is the eloquence to retell all the excellence
Syllabic are my metaphors you're caught up in their prevalence
What a fucking joke man
Treat it like the truth it's just a cope man
I just like to spit it feel good man
Blocking out hate like ray bands
Got the old guard screaming amen
And I'm still just on my bullshit
Of the men out in France riding bikes in the hills
Really ain't into that third eye in my brain
But one too many trips got me thinking bout the same
Hippy? Yeah not quite
Hard to stay in darkness when you're flooded out with light
Turned the brightness down to see the marvel that's in front of me
Centipede the progress but we've got nowhere to be
Switch it on dash what the hype bring in
Model twin Siamese, tag team her for the win
Suspension ride low, guess it match the state of mine
Might have what you want, don't know what you want to find
Kick it, laid back old school
Cam'ron, maybe Ja Rule
East coast, turn to beast coast
Still up on the top, when the lyrics aren't forgot
Aural fixation fixed easily
Treading on wants they needly
Calling out my name they need me
Reheating claims hope to placate
Which way are we going is it up or down?
Wall in the way, should we just go around
Tell me it's here, but I don't see a clown
Escher up in here, guess it all makes sense
Life always cycles like its tryna be a rival of the men out in France riding bikes in the hills
Really ain't into that third eye in my brain
But one too many trips got me thinking bout the same
Hippy? Yea not quite
Hard to stay in darkness when you're flooded out with light
Turned the brightness down to see the marvel that's in front of me
Centipede the progress but we've got nowhere to be
English is the eloquence to retell all the excellence
Syllabic are my metaphors you're caught up in their prevalence
What a fucking joke man
Treat it like the truth it's just a cope man
I just like to spit it feel good man
Blocking out hate like ray bands
Got the old guard screaming amen
And I'm still just on my bullshit