NEZZY OFFICIAL - Zen Garden
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{Chorus: NEZZY}
This the art of war & im sparing wit a paintbrush
My style something that you cain’t touch
All we wanna do is fly & they just trynna cage us
& put a fucking price tag on our ability to think
Drain the pen of its ink
If thoughts truly seeds
Then my mind soon to be a zen garden
Beg your pardon
I’ll have your head severed off
Tie it to a rope then play tether ball with it
I’m that wicked
{Verse 1: NEZZY}
In the past i used to be a bit misogynistic
I’ll admit it
I’m too committed
When it comes to the music
I infuse it with raw emotion
Everything’s from scratch this all handwoven
I’m an object in motion
Cuz idleness attracts poverty
I dare a mf try stopping me
Currently gratitude is what i’m overwhelmed with
Sitting on a couch made of velvet
Peace symbol on my chest
Born to kill written on my helmet
I emerged from the hell pits
Ain't shit sweet
When you’ve had a lot of sour days
I’ll hollow out your skull
& then use it as a flower vase
That’s me just trynna be more of an optimist
Follow me as we journey far beyond
The threshold of consciousness
{Chorus: NEZZY}
This the art of war & im sparing wit a paintbrush
My style something that you cain’t touch
All we wanna do is fly & they just trynna cage us
& put a fucking price tag on our ability to think
Drain the pen of its ink
If thoughts truly seeds
Then my mind soon to be a zen garden
Beg your pardon
I’ll have your head severed off
Tie it to a rope then play tether ball with it
I’m that wicked
{Voicemail}
Damn bruh you can't pick the phone up?
Wassup with you
You dont know how to use it or something?
But shit i got something for you
Surrounded by 4 concrete walls with no exit
Thoughts on his mind, i just wanna express it
Steady wanna tell my brother i love him but can't text it
You better put that mf on there too
Yeah, love
{Chorus: NEZZY}
This the art of war & im sparing wit a paintbrush
My style something that you cain’t touch
All we wanna do is fly & they just trynna cage us
& put a fucking price tag on our ability to think
Drain the pen of its ink
If thoughts truly seeds
Then my mind soon to be a zen garden
Beg your pardon
I’ll have your head severed off
Tie it to a rope then play tether ball with it
I’m that wicked
{Verse 1: NEZZY}
In the past i used to be a bit misogynistic
I’ll admit it
I’m too committed
When it comes to the music
I infuse it with raw emotion
Everything’s from scratch this all handwoven
I’m an object in motion
Cuz idleness attracts poverty
I dare a mf try stopping me
Currently gratitude is what i’m overwhelmed with
Sitting on a couch made of velvet
Peace symbol on my chest
Born to kill written on my helmet
I emerged from the hell pits
Ain't shit sweet
When you’ve had a lot of sour days
I’ll hollow out your skull
& then use it as a flower vase
That’s me just trynna be more of an optimist
Follow me as we journey far beyond
The threshold of consciousness
{Chorus: NEZZY}
This the art of war & im sparing wit a paintbrush
My style something that you cain’t touch
All we wanna do is fly & they just trynna cage us
& put a fucking price tag on our ability to think
Drain the pen of its ink
If thoughts truly seeds
Then my mind soon to be a zen garden
Beg your pardon
I’ll have your head severed off
Tie it to a rope then play tether ball with it
I’m that wicked
{Voicemail}
Damn bruh you can't pick the phone up?
Wassup with you
You dont know how to use it or something?
But shit i got something for you
Surrounded by 4 concrete walls with no exit
Thoughts on his mind, i just wanna express it
Steady wanna tell my brother i love him but can't text it
You better put that mf on there too
Yeah, love