NEW ERA ft. $khuchi. Lyrics

Oh god

It's end of beginnings

I still I rise

And no one will take my shine

I mean it

Hustling all day

Till the next sun is out

I move like I should break you out

When the problems are loud

Clearly I had to plan it out

I had to say my part

I had act it loud

Boxed in

I got these clouded motions

How do I feel cosy

When the thunder's rocking

Mhhhh

Feeling holy

fighting off these demons

Walking into a dark path

Shaking off the evil

Deep in

I need a hand

Come reach out to me now

Heart is more like designer fabric

Take care of it now

Saving me

Before somebody else

Sharing perfect energy

Would really make some sense

And for a fact

This is my perfect place

More like Rome or Santorini

That's like foreign grace

My heart tatted

With golden feelings

I wish there was there was a way I could store these feelings

I wish there was a chance

To get these wishes mann

Eleven eleven

I blow smoke

Till I see the vision

It's Gods plan

We dropping stones for the opposition

No foul play

We undercover to pay officials

It's my stance

The knees kissing it feels different

The blueprint of the floor plan

It's stained with us

It's blue tracks we run with them

It's all six's

Azul calling the bells ringing

The time slippin

It's bad bitches in my section

The ass jiggling

Now it's all about desired dreams

No lane switching

Plain mission

The grass is greener on the other side

Think I should tell them otherwise

So it can ease they minds

Yo nigga just let them know wassup

$khuchi a cheat code

Run up on me just watch you steps

I'm shining in my shadow

I'm shallow following death

Repent

And spark this blunt

In a tunnel following light

Don't cut the grass

I hang around snakes to learn how to bite

Deep

Lost in a rabbit hole

Of broken dreams and shattered homes

I still protect my dome

My medulla was my tutor

Deep inside my mental

Screaming barracuda

I'm swimming through sharks

Like a Tyson in a fight I

Bite the holy dragon

the fire gon spark this blunt

On a mountain like monk

Writing scriptures

They can not type write

Right

Fuck about they rhymes

My conrows tighter

Watch lil home dance with the stars

But still I shine brighter

Killed 5 lighters

Smoking 6 blunts

Chiefin it with my thoughts

The hunger is slightly infinite

Sympathetic mental ignorant

Misfit

What they label me as

Pour up the henney to the floor for all the homies that passed

Deep in hood

Watch all your goons and all the daggers they have

Protect your back

And free your mind maybe the feelings will pass my nigga