Giant Trunade by Melvin Burch Lyrics
[Verse 1: Melvin Burch]
Drinkin' Voltage like water, lurkin' on my timeline, thoughts spinnin', thinkin' Team No Daughters
See a dummy dude, now I’m thinkin' Team No Sons
Blanket to my bedroom window, no sun
No one in the house but me
One blink, two blinks, rub my eyes, saw a figure to the side
Turns out it was the mirror
Funny thing is, that means I still have something to fear
I feel dubious, faded like 8 doobie hits; the moodiest
Eyes like two dull ruby crystals
Need rest... I’m fightin’ it, though
Fatigue bottled up, nowhere for this lightning to go
But I feel the storm coming...
On the eve, tryina’ end up in the eye, it’s the apple of mine, better believe, I ain’t bitin’ it, though
I just want the juice, spark the atoms with it, that’ll get this result desired, spit with a multiplier
In the pocket, get the bonus, build on it like Legos and hope it takes me to someplace that I couldn't get to alone and the unknown’ll hold me close and tell me it waited for this moment
[Hook: Melvin Burch]
Field of view smudged, gotta wipe it clean... at least for some minutes
I need ascension
I got the pen, and I’ma light the thing
And I ain’t finna finish
‘Til I’m ascended
Hit... after hit... after hit
There’s a place I gotta get
Hit... after hit... after hit
There’s a place I gotta get
[Verse 2: K1ng Eljay]
16s; all I got is 16s
I mean these 24s; I ride on and keep ‘em clean
You know these rap verses that I rehearse, just for the sake of puttin’ rappers in hearses, some would consider a curse
But I ain’t swear yet
Yet, I swear that sometimes I feel these lines don’t appease me
I need a way to release
So I swerve
I just hop into my ride and let the speakers hit front, back, side-to-side, until I... vibe out to the point where words'll spill out of my mouth
I’m freestylin’ and the bars are solid like I’m auditioning for Wild 'N Out, but without the Cannon’s and the corny comics that can barely entice me to crack a smile
Did I mention I hated Wildin’ Out?
Anyway, I’m back to clearing this hex that’s been clouding my brain to the point I’m ignoring texts, asking if we could talk and clear the air about some things that were said on that FREEVERSE
Remember when I said I made verses for hearses and some would consider that a curse?
This is worse
Every time I tweet or talk about my happiness, someone else goes berserk
But I’m at a point of indifference
Hopin' that my true friends can comprehend that I’m not being spiteful or negligent
I’m just tryina' clear my head
Waiting'for that lift again when I create a contact from collisions with pad and pen and begin to write from within this whirlwind of a moment
Hold it
[Hook]
Drinkin' Voltage like water, lurkin' on my timeline, thoughts spinnin', thinkin' Team No Daughters
See a dummy dude, now I’m thinkin' Team No Sons
Blanket to my bedroom window, no sun
No one in the house but me
One blink, two blinks, rub my eyes, saw a figure to the side
Turns out it was the mirror
Funny thing is, that means I still have something to fear
I feel dubious, faded like 8 doobie hits; the moodiest
Eyes like two dull ruby crystals
Need rest... I’m fightin’ it, though
Fatigue bottled up, nowhere for this lightning to go
But I feel the storm coming...
On the eve, tryina’ end up in the eye, it’s the apple of mine, better believe, I ain’t bitin’ it, though
I just want the juice, spark the atoms with it, that’ll get this result desired, spit with a multiplier
In the pocket, get the bonus, build on it like Legos and hope it takes me to someplace that I couldn't get to alone and the unknown’ll hold me close and tell me it waited for this moment
[Hook: Melvin Burch]
Field of view smudged, gotta wipe it clean... at least for some minutes
I need ascension
I got the pen, and I’ma light the thing
And I ain’t finna finish
‘Til I’m ascended
Hit... after hit... after hit
There’s a place I gotta get
Hit... after hit... after hit
There’s a place I gotta get
[Verse 2: K1ng Eljay]
16s; all I got is 16s
I mean these 24s; I ride on and keep ‘em clean
You know these rap verses that I rehearse, just for the sake of puttin’ rappers in hearses, some would consider a curse
But I ain’t swear yet
Yet, I swear that sometimes I feel these lines don’t appease me
I need a way to release
So I swerve
I just hop into my ride and let the speakers hit front, back, side-to-side, until I... vibe out to the point where words'll spill out of my mouth
I’m freestylin’ and the bars are solid like I’m auditioning for Wild 'N Out, but without the Cannon’s and the corny comics that can barely entice me to crack a smile
Did I mention I hated Wildin’ Out?
Anyway, I’m back to clearing this hex that’s been clouding my brain to the point I’m ignoring texts, asking if we could talk and clear the air about some things that were said on that FREEVERSE
Remember when I said I made verses for hearses and some would consider that a curse?
This is worse
Every time I tweet or talk about my happiness, someone else goes berserk
But I’m at a point of indifference
Hopin' that my true friends can comprehend that I’m not being spiteful or negligent
I’m just tryina' clear my head
Waiting'for that lift again when I create a contact from collisions with pad and pen and begin to write from within this whirlwind of a moment
Hold it
[Hook]