Pavement

Lyrics

Pi's got some shit he could say 
That could change up the pace 
Put the pavement in place 
and fucking raise the footway 
You can wait and debate
try and fuck with my space 
But try all you like 
Man, I'll bust up your face 

My dude, I will end your good day
Lets move on our way
Cos if you make a mistake 
The games gonna change
And you wont wanna play
So bro, Pi'll be nice 
And let you make an escape 

This shits easy
im not even trying really
Bro im barely biting deep in
But the bite is wiping greasy

This is greasy lip kissing 
Spits shit thats delicious 
If you want this dick 
Then better check with my mrs
Missing all the wisdom in the shit that Ive written
If you only listen a minute, bro fucking listen 

Listen

I dont write this with hopes that youll like it
Im trying to write shit that'll survive this bit

Got my wife at my side like 
“here we go again, Pi's writing violence
Lets try and untighten his mind shit" 

While I'm tightening the wording  
Her loves rough and domestic as fuck ("in a good way")
So I know the neighbours done heard it  
Look

Im trying to make a new life
Writings my fucking dream bro
If man can make millions from their mansions 
Whats gonna stop me from doing it from my gazebo
I know I better believe though
Got my tea going cold 
while I'm pretending to be eminem
swearing its imminent
that im the venomous specimen 
destined to be the generated nemesis 
threatening at his profession 
with this obsession that he set in me since I was seven, shit, 
I let it compress into weaponry
without ever the expectation id be able to ever be fucking expressing it 
through these themes 
cos these vocals previously prevented me 
but this shit progressively became a necessity 
that was pressing and stressing me
testing my chest and checking for a beat
but suno gave me a second to shed it to become the successor see, 
letting me aggressively share the shit I think
instead of it depressingly just being the shit I think 
Its really refreshingly refreshing a blessing cos see shit
Im sketching confessions but distressing the spelling im selling so noone ever mentions it 
Violence through violins
My dude I got a marriage with hobbies  
She picks out the victims
I pull apart the bodies  
Begging for attention 
Too late to start with the sorrys
I dont need to look hard
Mate, my dick does it for me  
Pi dont chase bitches, I got shit more important  
But keep fucking knocking and I'll answer the door then

Pi's got some shit he could say 
That could change up the pace 
Put the pavement in place 
and fucking raise the footway 
You can wait and debate
try and fuck with my space 
But try all you like 
Man, I'll bust up your face 

My dude, I will end your good day
Lets move on our way
Cos if you make a mistake 
The games gonna change
And you wont wanna play
So bro, Pi'll be nice 
And let you make an escape 

This shits easy
im not even trying really
Bro im barely biting deep in
But the bite is wiping greasy

This is greasy lip kissing 
Spits shit thats delicious 
If you want this dick 
Then better check with my mrs
Missing all the wisdom in the shit that Ive written
If you only listen a minute, bro fucking listen

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