Apollo lights

By Superyellow

Released on December 25, 2020

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[Verse]:

Never caught a brick but I'm bound to build your grave

Ay, supreme alphabet, catching Z's where you lay

Ay, my genes caught the weed, slight mistake

Stopped seeing greens, palm trees and seeds

Now I lay awake at hospital

Can't remember shit but an obstacle

Optics blacked out, smacking things, that's impossible

Drip caught on my vein, drowning on them chemicals

Imbalanced I was, bipolar manic, never Type Two

Used to be tied to the feeling

Highest in the room, breaking ceilings

Smoking smithereens of the earth, prolly ticked it

Wonder if I'm being realistic or just cynic

The sickness has me spinning out my senses

Self caught a bust with these pills

That really split me from my centre

It's a mess, prolly knock you out your dentures

Thanks to this whippersnapper etching on this session

Stress got your chest in a blitzkrieg

Bob, weave, we punch straight for your honesty

Body bags are just, no need to drop a bomb, please

Bound to explode atomic, gin and tonic got me feeling groovy

Step on the dancefloor, staying alive, Bee Gees

More than a woe, never faux, man be killer bees

Realer G's bop to the groove that I've placed

Chased on a heart break, got me on a loop and not on 808s

Impeccable be the taste, shocking, give a man a taze

Kilowatt spitting image raw, crafting up a maze

You're still amazed from what I pack

On the mic, catching me slipping, nah, kid, it's never that

These be facts

All painted red for the passion that arose from the ashes

Phoenix type raps for the masses

Never clash with a titan, you're bound to get a smacking

With your eyes being blackened

Nah, I'm never lacking