Andromeda (ref. 22.04.24) lyrics
by Young Gleason
Plasma gun, plasma gun, leave my heart alone Sweeter than cinnamon, Bakewells or a danish bun
Yeah it’s desserts that I’m eating, music that I’m beating
Lyrics that are fleeting, your life disappearing
Like why the hell you smoking? Leave that sh*t in the 40’s
Split you in half with my lightsaber like the aftermath of a divorcee
The king of the galaxy, I know these pricks are still mad at me
Cos I’m repeating unholy bars like they’re stitching me for blasphemy
I’ll stuff these bars in your brain like a taxidermist
They say my sound ain’t original but I bet you ain’t heard this
Morning or night, know I’m punching kids on Fight Night
Building muscle like protein, they call me the OG
I’ve been rapping since a child like I really started young
But I just sold out my Podcast , I bet your talk show ain’t won
Rapping about the universe, the omniverse, the galaxy
Chilling in the Andromeda, know a couple tryna @ me
I know a couple tens tryna @ me and they want a piece of mine
But I block them all and pass cos, I ain’t dating til 89