Delusions of Grandeur

By Scrim

On A Man Rose from the Dead

Released on May 15, 2020

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[Intro]

You did good, $lick

Right foot, skate to the bank

Then the left foot, skate


[Chorus]

Feeling so sick, like I need a Z-pack

Bought a white house but the AMG black

Leather on my ass, tell the seat, "Sit back"

Don't drive ever, push buttons on the map (Hold up)

I can't tell what's real and what's fake (Yeah) (What's fake, yeah)

Came up from the south of the lake (Yeah)

I don't know if it's faith or it's fate (Yeah) (Fate, yeah)

But for now, take the blades and I skate

Right foot, skate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Left foot, skate (Yeah, yeah)

See my pops got a smile on his face (Yeah)

My brother Kyle said we'd make it one day (Yeah, yeah)

Like, right foot, skate (To the bank) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Then a left foot, skate (To the bank) (Yeah, yeah)

Skate to the motherfucking bank (Yeah, yeah)

Skate to the motherfucking bank (Yeah, yeah)


[Verse]

Top-down, buzz up, what the fuck's up?

Girl, drop down to the ground, keep her mouth shut, yeah

Northside repping, I'm the snells in the sticks, yeah

Southside born, I was raised in a ditch

Three M in the checking, six figures on the whip

What's the crib worth? Mind your business, 'lil bitch (Lil bitch)

I don't kiss and tell but them hoes run lips

Signed NDA when them hoes suck dick

They say, "Gang don't dance" but I beg to differ

You accomplish what I did, you might move a little

I might Josephine Johnny, I might start skipping

G-walking, start jooking, then I skate the distance (Yeah, yeah)


[Chorus]

Feeling so sick, like I need a Z-pack

Bought a white house but the AMG black

Leather on my ass, tell the seat, "Sit back"

Don't drive ever, push buttons on the map (Hold up)

I can't tell what's real and what's fake (Yeah)

Came up from the south of the lake (Yeah)

I don't know if it's faith or it's fate (Yeah)

But for now, take the blades and I skate

Right foot, skate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Left foot, skate (Yeah, yeah)

See my pops got a smile on his face (Yeah)

My brother Kyle said we'd make it one day (Yeah, yeah)

Like, right foot, skate (To the bank) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Then a left foot, skate (To the bank) (Yeah, yeah)

Skate to the motherfucking bank (Yeah, yeah)

Skate to the motherfucking bank (Yeah, yeah)


[Outro]

I might jump slide, to the front, to the back

I might moonwalk, Michael Jack, back, back

Check my footwork, hook, slide on my right

Check my left foot, run it back, one more time

I might jump slide, to the front, to the back

I might moonwalk, Michael Jack, back, back

Check my footwork, hook, slide on my right

Check my left foot, run it back, goodnight