CLOWNED CYNIC. ft. babybloo, Zapfish, Dahkoom, Rostakovich & hunter mars Lyrics

It's May the 4th, we channel the force in in all of our jams

Build up a fortune leave them scorching in the wake of the band

We porch modeing think I'm floating but I don't know how to land

Who needs to practice, I'll attack it first try cuz I can

Are you with the SoundClinic or u really a clowned cynic ?

And if we're counting hits just wait until I bounce this mix

What's a knowledge less critic? need to flip around and pivot

Cuz while you were talking shit I built skills in all my interests

Shit be feeling like a nosebleed that won't stop

But still stepping both left feet to beat drops

I think I might've passed away and then respawned

Lost a sense of permanence anything I can't see is gone

This energy I'm feeding off is palpable don't read it wrong

Palpitations beating strong they tell me how to make the song

Plenty paths have tapered off but paper doesn't last for long

Soaking up the wavs and keeping logs in flavored lakes im floating on

It's the the art of the groove its simple rhythms steady flow we make you move

Lack the groove? I ask politely may you step out of the room

Strictly business on a Thursday night

sneaking wraps and instrumentals on my evening flight

Talents on display welcome ladies And gentlepersons

Freakshow attraction meet myself and 6 other versions

Lets turn that frown upside down rabbit out the hat

Unsatiable my lust for fruity loops born out of wacky sax

Addicted to the jam we dosing weekly hits of forest wax

Always in record ideally Bloo be cooking sample packs

Raw energy display through force palms of lightning

unleash our true potential snapped in moments thought enticing

It's elevating high just to be with you

And it's serenading vibes when beats are blue

Cuz we're studying the means to get a looser set a knees to exercise ya

Faded from these mp3s who gon be the designated driver?

I'm in the shop we came to loot shit

When Dahk getting a new whip?

Speeding them blocks Fuck cops like I'm ice cubing

Straight on the rocks No mixer liquor down the shoot and

Got my lightweight ass get to puking makes them lyrics spewing

Equipping tools running errands out here folding clothes

Stay on the move save them wrinkles for when it's old homes

Got me a stove we could be cooking televise the show

So many baggies of that green, but it's just oregano

Chasing the bread when I leave it's cuz I gotta go

Tune up I'm optimal said fuck being a scrub I be the loofa

So drop the bazookas Fuck that violence and school shooters

Leave that doom shit up to MFers who think they be the Super

Chasing waves for new shit hoe cakes is the future

Inspired by Cruz ship keep it sweet and yell azucar!

Recording All them mistakes like keep it for the bloopers

I be your soul amuser while my bloodstream get Boofed up

Da fuq?

Ain't missing beats like a Koopa

It's elevating high just to be with you

And it's serenading vibes when beats are blue

Cuz we're studying the means to get a looser set a knees to exercise ya

Faded from these mp3s who gon be the designated driver?