Pastel by R3X Wonder Lyrics
Pastel
Pt 1- Prod. R3X Wonder
[Verse 1: R3X Wonder]
This that, multicolored flow, multiple dimension doe
I brought the recipe and yeah you gon eat it cold
Soft serve in the middle if you want it froze
I'm back with the cake, back with the baker board
Grinding through these little poles
I don't need ya vote
Fuck a booth Imma spit it everywhere I go
I got the properties, my specimen's genetic gold
I seen the prophecy and now I'm Trynna let you know
This world never what it seems
What it all means ?
They wanna rob ya for ya dreams
And ya icing (eyes seeing)
So I'm just Trynna give you food
For that ice cream
But don't desert ya dreams
For them hyped schemes
So now you plugged in
Live for a minute
And realize that death never really means you finished
You don't really want them thoughts
Don't lean on the limits
Just pick like every lemon
Peel them fuckas for a living
Make a little bit of pie
Make a scene if you feel it
Then smash that full pastry in they mouths if they sleeping
A sweet awakening, these baby minds I'm cradling
They heads be so damn soft i think its mayballine
Might need parental supervision when you see my things
I know the night terrors
Tear apart, who don't believe
Ill leave you sweaty with them fevers
Shaking on ya features
Is either me or them
Eventually you gonna feel us
Anonymous agendas, revolutionary teachers
You say you wanna play the game why you on the bleachers?
I swear it never feels the same when you play to keep it
But you don't really play the same when you Trynna lead it
Method Man and ODB:
"People can see it, but it's like sometimes I start to think like the hip hop audience ain't that intelligent sometimes you know? Where they don't pick up on it, because they let the corniest shit get the most AirPlay. Know what I mean? The most unconscious shit get the most AirPlay, it's like what the fuck is wrong with y'all? And then run up on me talking about "keep it real" don't run up on me saying keep it real if you ain't supporting the real...bottom line."
ODB:
"It's The government, the government brain wash our people..."
Pt2 - Prod. Cubano White
[Verse 2: R3X Wonder]
Stack layers of the bread that I bake
Get a slice of the mind
And the bread that I break
Little frost on the cake
Told my little momma Imma cut when its done
Took a lick of the great
Let her hit for the daze
All day
All day wanting flavor
Some sinning behavior
All this cake that I cater
Ate her cake then Ked her
Biddie swung for the paper
Striked out, never based her
Too acidic my thoughts
The Ph gonna break her
Melt the right amount of candle wax
Like off the dome I'm lit as crack
Just take a hit you feign for fact
You seen the dream but still relax
So here I am screaming back back back...
They sell you dem clothes
But stealing yo bags
They know how you boast
They feeding you tags
Got scheme in them flags
They blowing that smoke
They know you gon drag
They know you gon laugh
And share in them posts
Like fuck it who dat
"yeah fuck it I'm sad"
Press like for the prayers
Praise the lord
Pt 1- Prod. R3X Wonder
[Verse 1: R3X Wonder]
This that, multicolored flow, multiple dimension doe
I brought the recipe and yeah you gon eat it cold
Soft serve in the middle if you want it froze
I'm back with the cake, back with the baker board
Grinding through these little poles
I don't need ya vote
Fuck a booth Imma spit it everywhere I go
I got the properties, my specimen's genetic gold
I seen the prophecy and now I'm Trynna let you know
This world never what it seems
What it all means ?
They wanna rob ya for ya dreams
And ya icing (eyes seeing)
So I'm just Trynna give you food
For that ice cream
But don't desert ya dreams
For them hyped schemes
So now you plugged in
Live for a minute
And realize that death never really means you finished
You don't really want them thoughts
Don't lean on the limits
Just pick like every lemon
Peel them fuckas for a living
Make a little bit of pie
Make a scene if you feel it
Then smash that full pastry in they mouths if they sleeping
A sweet awakening, these baby minds I'm cradling
They heads be so damn soft i think its mayballine
Might need parental supervision when you see my things
I know the night terrors
Tear apart, who don't believe
Ill leave you sweaty with them fevers
Shaking on ya features
Is either me or them
Eventually you gonna feel us
Anonymous agendas, revolutionary teachers
You say you wanna play the game why you on the bleachers?
I swear it never feels the same when you play to keep it
But you don't really play the same when you Trynna lead it
Method Man and ODB:
"People can see it, but it's like sometimes I start to think like the hip hop audience ain't that intelligent sometimes you know? Where they don't pick up on it, because they let the corniest shit get the most AirPlay. Know what I mean? The most unconscious shit get the most AirPlay, it's like what the fuck is wrong with y'all? And then run up on me talking about "keep it real" don't run up on me saying keep it real if you ain't supporting the real...bottom line."
ODB:
"It's The government, the government brain wash our people..."
Pt2 - Prod. Cubano White
[Verse 2: R3X Wonder]
Stack layers of the bread that I bake
Get a slice of the mind
And the bread that I break
Little frost on the cake
Told my little momma Imma cut when its done
Took a lick of the great
Let her hit for the daze
All day
All day wanting flavor
Some sinning behavior
All this cake that I cater
Ate her cake then Ked her
Biddie swung for the paper
Striked out, never based her
Too acidic my thoughts
The Ph gonna break her
Melt the right amount of candle wax
Like off the dome I'm lit as crack
Just take a hit you feign for fact
You seen the dream but still relax
So here I am screaming back back back...
They sell you dem clothes
But stealing yo bags
They know how you boast
They feeding you tags
Got scheme in them flags
They blowing that smoke
They know you gon drag
They know you gon laugh
And share in them posts
Like fuck it who dat
"yeah fuck it I'm sad"
Press like for the prayers
Praise the lord