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embodiment - cody maque lyrics

[verse 1]
all days pain k!lling like a pez pop
the refill of thrill of tomorrow
try to catch the fame to k!ll pain, i cannot
so i let go and cheat code for power
you can’t show the no show, devour
skin tingling, but that be on the down low
d*lo, the froze caught the water
primo, these hoes peep the shorts though
years pass, i been working on my works
and you the headlight deer’s’, i can see it on ya shirt
for all these years i feared, it can’t, it won’t work
rebel cocaine johnny dang iceberg
got the string bag, tech, jeans, beanie and a free show
double tap the tap, yo, cuz it drip slow
the only crime is times i wanna sip slow
i been freeing my mind, i’m kicking sh*t on
i’m kicking sh*t off right, it’s like a new dawn
i’m looking towards everything i ever did known
keef roll, but to me i call it snow cones
y’all wanna know bout me?
it’s been the same old
you can talk all week
don’t say my name though
and if they talk bout me
thanks for the promo
this life slo*mo
i like the scenery
i take the scenic route
why y’all ain’t seeing me
gs, one day it be a g3
keep hold and let go to envy
everybody hates on chris, just like me
invites tonight, bottles, jet skis
high price is right, like drew carey
liar liar, blaow, no jim carrey
this life is more than just a theory
well i got one now, it’s all simple

[chorus 1]
this is the embodiment of the brain maze
double layer tape, hang memories fade fade
steady getting hate, everyday, no raise
i thank god everyday he made it this way
uh, i thank god everyday he made me this way

(what the plan for the show night?)

[verse 2]
ay, what’s the plan for the show night
slow tan, low score, uhm just right
replan ya class for tomorrow
explain the mode of ya model
unleash the dome with the combo
meal, you a snack, no bone for the dogs hoe
value, the steal, you can’t borrow
thirty seconds to k!ll, we on mars though
i got more dope, spoon fed, choke
everybody wanna talk, bahhh i’m the goat
i’ll write it in chalk, docs, or pencil, you know
so everybody need to walk, dull drift in the snow
so what you really talk about, i don’t know
six digits, all gold paper towels
intimidates the word of the hour
that’s the phrase that gives them the power
steal for a quick nosebleed, no meal
put it on my tab, it’ll never gonna seal
keep rising, keep rising, pop
soul, old jazz, rock bands on rocks
on go, step back, i’m fired on up
no short cuts, rush, cheap tricks like push
i sound so lush on beats you can’t touch
for sakes it’s played out, let’s switch this sh*t up
telekinetic, improvisation
the devil is diabetic, he runs the whole nation
carts full of lettuce that’s sprayed, not created
christmas for gifts, never happy belated
our religion is satan, and the lead ain’t changing
ways we could, but the worlds unfaithful
just like hoes, but y’all know that’s the case though
i’d rather hit a brick, like shaq with a free throw

[chorus 2]
this is the embodiment of my page
double layer gaze, my rage engaged
steady getting raid, everyday, no raise
i thanks god everyday he made it this way
uh, i thank god everyday he made me this way

[verse 3]
embodiment, catch me…
the beat like mind freak, it’s magic you can’t see
it’s the summertime peach
rings never passed out
the type of sweet dreams
and then i’m not around
peep the sound, we burning like hot out
we break this sh*t, ground, and pass it all down
the speakers produce loud, perform to feel sounds
i feel the air thicken, to me, its game playing
the protector that there only gon’ be, and i’m praying
the bombs, the people deceived and arms racing
wintertime scars for on and on slaving
what’s the real difference to greed and wave sitting
what’s the real difference to me buying a chain
to buying a pint of cheap uncooled liquor
they useless to me, no need until i get it
like 2 bad b*tches to geek, until i wet it. like

[outro]
see it in 9 months from now, i’m not kidding
i should be laid up with a stick like playing quidditch
and i’ll always have some wrappers to front, their prognosis
is suffering from severely lack all their dopeness
i should drop a lesson in fact, you need coaching
maybe get a ball and bat, and under throw them
you under cooked, you look like lil rosanne
and man, if i had your life i’d probably cl!ck, blam!

- cody maque lyrics

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