Willie the Kid & Bronze Nazareth feat. Roc Marciano Avalon Lyrics

The Living Daylights Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Overture
  • 2 Avalon
  • 3 The Blitz
  • 4 Breakfast in France
  • 5 Sweet Sorrow
  • 6 The Guilt
  • 7 Fucking Blades
  • 8 Wu Babies
  • 9 Ain't Nothing
  • 10 Coming From
  • 11 Delirium
  • 12 Ice Cold Guinness
  • 13 Bless My Food
  • Feat. Bronze Nazareth, Roc Marciano

    A fallen soldier in Avalon
    The hit mean it,
    Trained in the shadow pond
    Weighs deep, baptized in a shallow pond
    A pond of cherries, chop it like salads
    Couldn't say salad, the bullet and the pallet
    My chick bad layed black swan, grip a challice
    Full of fine wine, full of flavored layered
    Tradition values. Customs must grow appart
    And let the world grow accustomed
    Let 'em think he won, see the truth that might crush 'em
    Flustered, I plant seeds, let the wings grow
    Tryna send down my horns, a hand down, a warm welcome
    I even helping feasts with my niggas belching
    Two bitches from Belgium we never heard of
    Belgian waffles who get awfully mistaken
    Lawfully awedded to this paper that I'm making
    Baking, I'm brave enough to be creating
    But I act elate like a native
    Tryna blend in with the caters
    A bye bye to rules, fuck the latest
    Trend, I just came for the apple lays(?)
    Spend more time on the quarter shit
    Self approvement, this money sword shit

    Crowned prince, nigga
    This shit's beat

    The watch swiss, the rhymes, these are hieroglyphs
    Glide from a cliff, it's bare fire and mess
    I used to hit the bull's iris
    One shot, kill off a six-fifty hybrid
    Sex magic, inspector Gadget jacket
    Snatch cabbage out the cabinet
    It's orgasmic
    I saw fabric rabbit
    Saw weapon, a course lesson
    Broad session, my august raw lesson
    My origin is gorgeous
    Goes around the sun orbit
    Felatio with fallen angels
    The angles tell you put the hit on dangles
    Got the game in a strangle, got three chains
    Entangled bread bread at the table
    Break up a quailoo, pick it up
    Injurious niggas frontin'
    You're not conscious
    Where I reside is at the top of the campus
    Vocally, I hit different nuances,
    You talking nonsense
    Chant the incantation like a witch doctor
    My bloodline's brown like a mudslide
    My corpse turn to butterflies
    Fended air, slash pimp, bend other lives
    These are troubling times, nigga

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