Andrew S - Quiet Child lyrics

[Verse 1: Andrew s] Fresh start, clean slate Big dreams, full plate Perform, Raise hell Me and my Friends Celebrate Every weekend we be drinking Fighting f**ing Yelling thinking Life is Just our Journey So we Don't Stop Believing Were under siege, under attack f** Love no cardiac Up all night insomniac Winning trophies, Names on Plagues Come On Gang! Fred, Scooby Doo Naked girls twirl Hula Hoops Steal Your girl like Christmas Mrs Cindy Loo Who Drink all night, feel like d**h i am who you fear Downing so much champagne My piss is Crystal clear Im a keystone species But im not talking beer She was really into me Red ring souvenir Im like Samuel L Jackson I put into action My snake up on this plane Higher sense of satisfaction Time's slowly melting Pictured First by Dali Trip to Salvador Worst tasting tamales Fire to the flame Heat to the coal Missed the last cup Next game your a troll 5 jars of nutella I spit raw like salmonellae She said she kneed one d So 2 displaced Patellas [Hook] Quiet child gonna stand up and make a k**ing Won't stop until i make a million Quiet child gonna stand up and make a k**ing Won't stop until i make a Billion Quiet child gonna stand up and make a k**ing Won't stop until i make a Trillion [Verse 2: Andrew s] Did i just take 20 shots of confidence? Cops show up im-ma hop the fence See my watch tells my opulence My list of rhymes is bottomless Get so high lose consciousness I protect the city, metropolis Im even good for you antioxidants Take a shot no chase Flowers in my bong now its a vase No subs can shake my ba** As i drift off into space My thoughts are all evil Good intentions gone Im gambling all that's at steak Gambling my Filet Mignon I talk about food Because i always have the munchies Girls leave cloths in car Underwear and scrunchies My spirit calls me I can feel it in my bones Ladies dig me, Indiana Jones Just chilling at my pad drinking a corona After 6 of these Find your girl im going to bone her Smoke a lot of week, life of a stoner Make a lot of DOH! They all call me homer Philosophy prophecy, poetry, woe is me Tobacco Leaf, im rolling tree Listen here supposedly Love Ain't Cheap My Heart is Broke I fill my head With clouds of smoke Billow billow She weep like the willow Past beds she slept in did not provide the pillow As I drift off into space The darkness makes me suffocate Zero gravity kicks in My shoulders do not carry weight My mind is finally clear For once able to concentrate I map out my dreams up in the stars Use their matter to create A braver world for us So we hail to the gret world state Our hearts seeming so fragile Using s** apeal as bait [Hook] Haha maybe one day