Testo Sessom - Tsychē
Testo della canzone Sessom (Tsychē), tratta dall'album Ghost Malone
That's the way it go go I guess
That's a blind fold third eye guess
I'm just rollin' with the motherfuckin' flow of the river
Flow of the, flow of the, flow of the
Marilyn Monroe couldn't get up in this fuckin' limo with me
Her Vicky Vicky's, that's a pretty penny.
She's shimmy for me, hit with no Jimmy, JFK'll kick it with me
With a bunch of different women in the limo, what a dilemma
Hands in the motherfuckin', put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air, now
Hit em in the fuckin' head with the truth
In the face with the proof, of the scrutinies truth
It's the young motherfuckers sleepin' on the roof
And I act the goof, as I pass your bitch to the troop
That's the truth
And it ain't a thing, it's how I do it
And ain't a thing there's nothing to it
And ain't a thing that's how I do it
Swangin' down Sessom, I swerve
And then hit the curb, it's absurd
When I'm stressin' I bless em with every word
Word, word, word, word, word, word, word
Swangin' down Sessom, I swerve
And then hit the curb, it's absurd
When I'm stressin' I bless em with every word
So I say, can I get a word
Swangin' down, Sessom
Swangin' down, Sessom
I'm swangin' down Sessom
Swangin' down Sessom
Yeah, I'm swangin' down, Sessom
Third eye open, eyes wide shut
Keepin' em hoping, try my luck, young lucky motherfucker might fly by stuck
Might fly by struck
So what goes up it must come down
I done came down, come up come back around
So what goes up it must come down
So I done came down, come up come back around
So what goes up it must come down, so all the games that come up come back around
Fuck off, let the mess come down, I'm gonna come down, come up, come back around
Fuck off, let the mess come down, I'm gonna come down, come up, come back around
Come back around, come back around
Swinging gases on this world, when they hit the curve it's absurd
When I'm stressing out, I bless em with every word
Word, word, word, word, word, word
Swinging gases on this world, when they hit the curve it's absurd
When I'm stressing out, I swoon every word
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Swinging gases on this world, when they hit the curve it's absurd
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Writer(s): Joseph Boies
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