Digging

Big up Lowkey Damian, top producer in this spot
Hi, I'm Chucky wanna play?

Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, lowkey-key

Moving lowkey, standing lowkey
Voices telling me to do it
In my head and in my heart
I've let some crotchets burning
Lame lowkeys walking down the street
And I got the jeans
In my head and in my heart
I've got the cockroach digging

Searching flights on Kayak
Got my smoking notes on glasses, lowkey (no, no)
Thinking my lyrical's deep
Snoopy puke all on your suits (ya, ya, ya)
But slaying like the Strokes
Runnin' go, keys in my pocket (yeah)
Liquid catches what I've been
Suckin' from my mother's tits
Left my spleen in Greece
Prayin' gods from overseas
An acid zombie's high on seeds
And my friend's running, call him Fila
Eating what I speak
Therefore eating nothing
Try to catch me, golden snitch
I'm killing snitches as I'm talking
Ripped on canvas
Fontana handling katanas
Cuts my belly, Basquiat
Jellybeans and deadly moths (moths)
Trapping doors with axes
Nicholson or seventh Jackson
Representing that group
Pedro selling heats from El Dorado
I can't figure out since when
I can't remember what I dreamed
Screaming monkeys, howling
Live a life of sucking fingers, Kipling
Solar light is shining, joking
Oh now, did I find this Rolex?
In the lost and found, I promise
Mommy leave me alone
And now I know that I can do it by myself
Surfing Northern Carolina's waves
Wave and got my mate
Shouldn't run because
You know you're safe when you're alone
I shouldn't call a Mayday (no, no)
Got the first to kill inside my Mermaid melody (tale)
Kinky-peachy bitch
North pacific king god
Gotta get out this tsunami
In order to get her pimp hurt
Pop the cherry from the tree (yeah)
Won't be pimpin' down the fifth
You can find me talking
Spirits moving glasses without touching them

Moving lowkey, standing lowkey
Voices telling me to do it
In my head and in my heart
I've let some crotchets burning
Lame lowkeys walking down the street
And I got the jeans
In my head and in my heart
I've got the cockroach digging

Digging up a hole to disappear
When Catherine is here
I'm like an ostrich, put my head inside
My mother's friend is calling
Still ignoring bitches' problems
Heading out this coma first
Put a comma and write a novel
On how I'm feeling 'bout them
Coughing, still ignoring
Won't be choosing options
Ridin' horses' torso, you can feel our calling
Playin' doctors (doctors)
Kidney stones, I call it games
On her back, doing torsions
If you ain't tell your name
I swear this shit won't go on too late (yeh)
It'll be lit like garbage bags
Squish and squash
[?]
Gotta put these kids to bed
It's gettin' kind of late (late)
Zack and Cody, waiting lobbies
Fuckin' waiters in front of Moseby
Sailing off Albanian borders
Cruising on a Mosby boat
Bodies floating in the storm
Typing numbers I don't know
Puking on my clothes
Angry for the hoe (hoe, hoe)
Kids I'm fucking crazy, but
Believe me I'm never done graffiti
Never disrespected sinners
[?] when I'm on those sins
Got my synonyms like
M&M's in Piccadilly
Smoking lilies, Lily White's, Adidas
Culture gang no television
Got a vision of a better
World but microchips and needles
Cameras looking over like
An older brother, are girls watching?
King is killing monsters, Venus
Getting closer [to] Saturn's orbit
While I'm watching her collision
Stars are falling like in August
Transatlantic ships transit-
Ating in her seas (ya)
Them containers are containing
What will soon become her skin
Underarmour flexing on some
Gustav Dore paintings
Franco Goya meditating
Whether it's cloudy or if it's raining
Got no Prada shoes on, yet
You think that I'm the devil
Watched too many Looney-Tunes
Fuck the groove, shit is 'toons
Scooby-Doo running off
My problems higher than a molly
Milwaukee Panthers painting portraits
In majestic courtyards burning
Rockets, got a groupie
Touching puddles' surface
Orange Garden selling sculptures
We're the most corrupted

Moving lowkey, standing lowkey
Voices telling me to do it
In my head and in my heart
I've let some crotchets burning
Lame lowkeys walking down the street
And I got the jeans
In my head and in my heart
I've got the cockroach digging