Carol of The king by Young Solomon Lyrics
(Intro)
Say its time to go and I never go home
Say its time to roll to the future and my throne
(x2)
(Verse)
I ain't feel super
Ain't feel like the man
Tryna get stupid and mosh with some fans
Things that I ponder like stimpy and ren
Throwing back shout to the channel 2 kin
Family matters full house and zim
When I go back it really fucks with my head
Late night see kablam so I'm staying up instead
Dreads ain't in my head
Buzzcut season what I dread
Feelin odd in my own bed
Can't even try to rest, I can't
Cantation called up to the preacher man
Tell him that I pray to split the bread
They collectin cause they can
People giving from they hands
You be cursin all of dem
Coercion and a stipend
From checks you ain't dispersin
Children that you killed fillin minds with desperation
Gold paved chasin
Plagues I beware cause I'm facing
The tenth one, bear no babies
Eve and Adam eating so you really can not blame me
I want mercades
All 7 sins they wanna face me
I just be jealous so I'm feeling the fourth
I just be drinking I finished a fifth
The first don't apply cause I be wanting to die
How can I be greedy when Im earning to survive
I could tell the truth but sometimes id rather lie
Goddess watching from the sky
See no glimmer in my eyes
Only verses full of cries
Where will I go I can't decide
Brush it off just with a sigh
Karma comes a shimmer shall reply
All the things that's been invested in the the pages you've erected
Understand a message go undetected like Sam Fisher
Fiscal mixture
Remove them like a splinter
Master of the mentor
A chance they could not fend for
(Outro)
I've been poor
Ain't been rich
But I still be rolling spliffs
Past present and the future
A young king i'mma nurture
(x2)
Say its time to go and I never go home
Say its time to roll to the future and my throne
(x2)
(Verse)
I ain't feel super
Ain't feel like the man
Tryna get stupid and mosh with some fans
Things that I ponder like stimpy and ren
Throwing back shout to the channel 2 kin
Family matters full house and zim
When I go back it really fucks with my head
Late night see kablam so I'm staying up instead
Dreads ain't in my head
Buzzcut season what I dread
Feelin odd in my own bed
Can't even try to rest, I can't
Cantation called up to the preacher man
Tell him that I pray to split the bread
They collectin cause they can
People giving from they hands
You be cursin all of dem
Coercion and a stipend
From checks you ain't dispersin
Children that you killed fillin minds with desperation
Gold paved chasin
Plagues I beware cause I'm facing
The tenth one, bear no babies
Eve and Adam eating so you really can not blame me
I want mercades
All 7 sins they wanna face me
I just be jealous so I'm feeling the fourth
I just be drinking I finished a fifth
The first don't apply cause I be wanting to die
How can I be greedy when Im earning to survive
I could tell the truth but sometimes id rather lie
Goddess watching from the sky
See no glimmer in my eyes
Only verses full of cries
Where will I go I can't decide
Brush it off just with a sigh
Karma comes a shimmer shall reply
All the things that's been invested in the the pages you've erected
Understand a message go undetected like Sam Fisher
Fiscal mixture
Remove them like a splinter
Master of the mentor
A chance they could not fend for
(Outro)
I've been poor
Ain't been rich
But I still be rolling spliffs
Past present and the future
A young king i'mma nurture
(x2)