Istasha The Scrub - The Heat From The Sun Is No (Lyrics)

🎶 Istasha The Scrub - The Heat From The Sun Is No (Prod. ISTASHA) 🎶 ✖ » Follow the artists « ✖ Istasha 🧾 Lyrics 🧾 Cart filled loud to the brim Back bent from the weight Feel the silence like a brick to the head Stay sickle like a spine on trial When I’m Giles Old Corey keep it silent No fentanyl 40 rocks, More weight, I’m might vomit Call me monetary gain, im a prophet Save face, No shame, No stopping, No capping My retina, blank Stay blocking up Swing wide, go side Never age, Soul side Rewind, Benjamin Overtime, Dolls eye Could vision, No flash But I’m full blind Overclock shifting No crash And I’m all fine Cart filled loud to the brim Back bent from the weight Feel the silence like a trail of a witch Shit Feel lost Crow pack, Have my teeth picked Let em come back with the tides and I’m sea sick If I’m ever losing touch I’m out the back K.O Cannot keep on taking shot Crack Sarajevo Phantom pains is all I got Block Bodies in the gutter Cup of rot Duck thots Bye buttercup In the background Split me like a wing Huh Manufacture up Worship anything huh Getting dragged down Went in that thing Black hole Succ Turn into a coiled up spring Go Red light I’ll intersect that spot Call me six How I’m sensing the plot Subscribe for more!