ฟังเพลงRoad Atlas (Explicit)

Road Atlas - Qwel

Expanding time man I'm needle

Whistled breeze at cactus edge

Teehee giggle shreiks the greedy beasts

But guess why rap is dead

Hence this pen is atlas

Backing this ball of madness

Cracked and dead

Set in math and headin fast

To crash this anti-accident

With heads and monster markers

Dueling friends and Brutus' secrets

Sleepless months the hunter seeks

The meekest fueled on foolish weakness

Let's move to move to the peaks of mars

Ain't seen the ocean's deep yet

Sing the pros and cons of congress

We're the only beast that regressed

With songs about thongs dog as long

As we keep the beat fresh

And drool before this crippled pope

And droolin speech it's greed fest

These thugs need to think hard

Scarred murderers with weak hearts

And stars sellin souls for dough

Misleadin folks like we god

There's an ethos

Learn to read think seek the release of enoch

Not the fable feebled knee knockin

Locked label weasels that greed bought

Stock options and say so netards bob to j-lo

And playdoh freezing from mock copped

Rocks that they copped from jayho

Can't wait to repay these snake a-holes

That claim they slang they yayo

But ate souls from Harvey section

Eight to Agatite and Hazel

With satan in the waitin room your

Favorite toon and baby cradles

Gotta stay in Scripture pray it hits ya

Cause on this rip death's an angel

Sickenin as fake Christian grins and

Pagans spinnin in bank rolls

Makes us grim and stay stone and

Strays kids from the way home

It's simple subtle suckled since

Infancies slithering fables

Whispering winter upon it's finger

Tips just to skin this maple

I sing of that harvest

I sing of that breeze

And stingin footprints and fingernails

And deep inhale this sleep

I must admit though

When it flips snow

Rain or hail I tweek

It's the bad knees in the jealous

Rebel in you telling you that it's me

I sing of that harvest

I sing of that breeze

And stinging footprints and fingernails

And deep inhale this sleep

I must admit though

When it flips snow

Rain or hail I tweek

It's the bad knees in the jealous

Rebel in me telling me that it's me

I seen it all the saw sings

The carpenter's not real

I led my teeth along your long desert

And measured what I can steal

Saw nothing of worth

Some furniture along the way I guess I shaped

Stainless orphan he said

I'm the dust this table must be my name

Stained glass hand grooves in the handle

Man I seen it all I mean it

Ask any handsaw that's a handsaw

Man naw I leave paintbrushes bleedin

Busy describing what I'm a paint when

I'm a paint but why am I painting

I'm table oasis with no places left set to eat at

Ego clinks his teeth on his shovel

Hand me to me to reap the feedback

Right as rusty nails slightly tapped

Rings peels of lightning see that's

The problem

He's a plumber and of no use to the screwy nails

Pretending he's pretending he's pretending

Jesus coming gunnin demons runnin

Ummin to see the Son at summit

Feedin this greedy media beast sleepin

With these youngins in it's stomach

Turns mine signed turn mime now

It's gimmicks in his mic check

Ripping nothing on purpose

To purpose this image in our likeness

Like like

I guess these little rich bitches

Must think we like stress

Right right

From fondulac to Iraq and back it's life's test

And life's ledge and red lights and

Dead mice and what nike says

And trife heads and meth pipes

White dreads and at life's ledge

We read it right they wrote it wrong

And left all of these mics dead

Couldn't see the writing on the wall

Through all the ballers at the hype fest

Spittin eat drink be merry dog

Cause tomorrow your life ends

And it's as real as that solo serpent

Rollin for dough low in his nice benz

I sing of that harvest

I sing of that breeze

And stingin footprints and fingernails

And deep inhale this sleep

I must admit though

When it flips snow

Rain or hail I tweek

It's the bad knees in the jealous rebel

In you telling you that it's me

I sing of that harvest

I sing of that breeze

And stinging footprints and fingernails

And deep inhale this sleep

I must admit though

When it flips snow

Rain or hail I tweek

It's the bad knees in the jealous rebel

In me telling me that it's me