THE TRUE SYLO - Copy

{Hook}
House so wild turn into a safari
Need to wind down, play the Gameboy, Atari
Smoke the chronic, so harmonic, peace just out of our reach
They running out of paste, but they still wanna copy

{Verse 1}
Watch me, as I do some shit you gon' dislike
Which side, you on choose it, quick I'm
Sick of this shit, the fence ain't a bit high
Which side, waiting killing me, make my legs tired
I'm sorry wait no I'm not, I would kill for you
Die for you, make you food, treat you like you dying soon
Cherish the love but don't repent it
Thorn in the bush of roses, demented
Still gonna reciprocate 'til I'm dead shit
Ain't gonna make mе go over the edgе yet yeah
I meant it every little thing, words I write are so damn true
Never too far behind, I'm your guardian, don't make no moves
Just saving you, straight and narrow the path which only the safest choose
Or the ones with the care in 'em make for you
I'd create your own little place or view
A wonderland, a world to relax
All your bullshit is just left behind in the past
At the door, think I need this shit more and more
Think of all, the times where I'm pleading for your
Confirmation, I can't hold onto the hope
It be turning into rope, oh no oh no
And this song that I'm making, I'm thinking all this shit
While we are all at my home
And now more people show damn

{Hook}
House so wild, turn into a safari
Need to wind down, play the Gameboy, Atari
Smoke the chronic, so harmonic, peace just out of our reach
They running out of paste, but they still wanna copy
The house so wild, turn into a safari
Need to wind down, play the chords on the guitar please
Just smoke the chronic, so demonic, peace ain't never what it seems
I'm running out of paste, and everyone just copy yeah