Vibe Lyrics
From demons, distractions
To all the reactions of fame
She probably collapsin' her heart over taxes
I'm blowin' a kiss on the way
Production big, can't fit on a stage
Too many fans to fit in the crowd
Too many bands to get 'em on stage
Screwin' his band, his rhythm on stage
I say in advance, so pay in advance
I'm way too advanced to figure him out
I set the bar, don't give 'em a break
The bar's too high to give it a raise
A flow, like God, so give him a raise
Stones I got, I get 'em appraised
Draw my Glock and get him erased
Slow you, God, I give it away
Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no)
To none of you rappers are actors
I swear that these niggas be fake
Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face)
Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank
All in the forest, hey
Lookin' for porridge, hey
Ricky in storage, fresh with the chorus
Dressed like a tourist, hey, yeah
Let's take a break and let him respawn