Wurdz by Th3 H3r1tc Lyrics
(Inspired by the minutes of the day Lyrical journal.) Calvin Harrell
While there is three of me, I often see
How thin the love is, over currency
Call me the scene narrator, your usual Darth Vader
Capturing a caper, on the paper
Born red pill favorite
2 ply, fly paper, catch fly by haters
While you buzzing around, no sounds, your underground
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Worth my weight in gold, as was prophesied old
My homie looked at me, he said, what glitters is gold
I laughed, looked back and said, all else is bread
My tailor wasn't swift enough. He's off his thread
Until I collect dem crowns, I'll be doubling down
Looked at the bar tender, said another round
It's the OK corrall, when my squad around
First mate- the Titanic, its going down
Getting around to the obvious, our feelings never lobby us
Pay us with common pence ,---- then make a law, without sence
Crazy world we live in, from the womb, making a killing
Invisible social ceilings, Killin to make a living
Some call it winning, others may call it sinning
Had to shed some tears over years, the clocks spinning
But the point I make, is not a debate
Stomping all over the yard, blue and white probate
Sometimes I lose my mind, but never will I decline
A real ass homie, when it comes to real time
5 dollars, or dimes
What's mine is sidelined
Flights of Single-serve friends, no sight of fine wine
You can keep the little things
Consider it, down payment, when last bell rings. Good vibes, a revelation, subconscious x rated, marinated prorated
I've found my footing now, rock solid foundation
A little meditation, and some simple preperation
I find my self, Humble, after skating through the jungle
No master villain plans, but a constant mental rumble
Brain on nuclear, voice of Bryant gumble
If coincidence strikes twice
My babbled towers gonna crumble
Touchdown, was my hood name, cause I never had a fumble
Stumbled a few times, blocking kicks, life's Kung-fu
Eat out a trash can, I tell you humble ain't the words
Multi- millionaire, hitting north Ave curbs
The locals have words for fucked up, and envy
You all gather round, till you find out why they sent me
Par few years, no rents, Bruce wayne
Dark knight moments, flying in a private plane
Collecting crowns from the game, no need for parades
I'm so off this planet, on the moon, they left the stage
There's an almanac for everything, but the words I just said
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While there is three of me, I often see
How thin the love is, over currency
Call me the scene narrator, your usual Darth Vader
Capturing a caper, on the paper
Born red pill favorite
2 ply, fly paper, catch fly by haters
While you buzzing around, no sounds, your underground
--------------
Worth my weight in gold, as was prophesied old
My homie looked at me, he said, what glitters is gold
I laughed, looked back and said, all else is bread
My tailor wasn't swift enough. He's off his thread
Until I collect dem crowns, I'll be doubling down
Looked at the bar tender, said another round
It's the OK corrall, when my squad around
First mate- the Titanic, its going down
Getting around to the obvious, our feelings never lobby us
Pay us with common pence ,---- then make a law, without sence
Crazy world we live in, from the womb, making a killing
Invisible social ceilings, Killin to make a living
Some call it winning, others may call it sinning
Had to shed some tears over years, the clocks spinning
But the point I make, is not a debate
Stomping all over the yard, blue and white probate
Sometimes I lose my mind, but never will I decline
A real ass homie, when it comes to real time
5 dollars, or dimes
What's mine is sidelined
Flights of Single-serve friends, no sight of fine wine
You can keep the little things
Consider it, down payment, when last bell rings. Good vibes, a revelation, subconscious x rated, marinated prorated
I've found my footing now, rock solid foundation
A little meditation, and some simple preperation
I find my self, Humble, after skating through the jungle
No master villain plans, but a constant mental rumble
Brain on nuclear, voice of Bryant gumble
If coincidence strikes twice
My babbled towers gonna crumble
Touchdown, was my hood name, cause I never had a fumble
Stumbled a few times, blocking kicks, life's Kung-fu
Eat out a trash can, I tell you humble ain't the words
Multi- millionaire, hitting north Ave curbs
The locals have words for fucked up, and envy
You all gather round, till you find out why they sent me
Par few years, no rents, Bruce wayne
Dark knight moments, flying in a private plane
Collecting crowns from the game, no need for parades
I'm so off this planet, on the moon, they left the stage
There's an almanac for everything, but the words I just said
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