SYLLA Lyrics

No time is given

To both sides of vision

Show signs I'm chilling with

Dope rhymes to listen

co-sign is bitching

Own mine I'm timid

Flows fine like wisdom

Cause low shine is given

Rose fine but listen

I know time will witness

My own lines of sickness

No line to fix this

Hope dies a victim

Cold fries are sitting

In low tides that's risen

I hope mine is winning

Time gone with my pen

I'm wrong but a man

We belong to a friend

Like a song and a brand

Long gone goes amends

Same song for a fan

At one with a ten

Get along what I can

Nights long to no end

Stove on with no pan

We lost dividends

Fight off every man

Get cautious again

My voice gives a tan

Back off to defend

I'm a boss bout to land

On the low, imma grow

Who'll approach, impossible

Eyes are low, got the dope

Where's the rope, trynna cope

Imma show that I'm grown

On a throne that I own

Still feel like I'm alone

On the phone so

Imma go in my zone

I'll bestow what I know

It's a show for the flow

Whos a bro, finna know

Getting close to a pro

I suppose unlike most

Here's a toast keep it close

You don't know what I know