Willie the Kid - Avalon lyrics

rate me

Feat. Bronze Nazareth, Roc Marciano

A fallen soldier in Avalon

The hit mean it,

Trained in the shadow pond

Weighs deep, baptized in a shallow pond

A pond of cherries, chop it like salads

Couldn't say salad, the bullet and the pallet

My chick bad layed black swan, grip a challice

Full of fine wine, full of flavored layered

Tradition values. Customs must grow appart

And let the world grow accustomed

Let 'em think he won, see the truth that might crush 'em

Flustered, I plant seeds, let the wings grow

Tryna send down my horns, a hand down, a warm welcome

I even helping feasts with my niggas belching

Two bitches from Belgium we never heard of

Belgian waffles who get awfully mistaken

Lawfully awedded to this paper that I'm making

Baking, I'm brave enough to be creating

But I act elate like a native

Tryna blend in with the caters

A bye bye to rules, fuck the latest

Trend, I just came for the apple lays(?)

Spend more time on the quarter shit

Self approvement, this money sword shit

Crowned prince, nigga

This shit's beat

The watch swiss, the rhymes, these are hieroglyphs

Glide from a cliff, it's bare fire and mess

I used to hit the bull's iris

One shot, kill off a six-fifty hybrid

Sex magic, inspector Gadget jacket

Snatch cabbage out the cabinet

It's orgasmic

I saw fabric rabbit

Saw weapon, a course lesson

Broad session, my august raw lesson

My origin is gorgeous

Goes around the sun orbit

Felatio with fallen angels

The angles tell you put the hit on dangles

Got the game in a strangle, got three chains

Entangled bread bread at the table

Break up a quailoo, pick it up

Injurious niggas frontin'

You're not conscious

Where I reside is at the top of the campus

Vocally, I hit different nuances,

You talking nonsense

Chant the incantation like a witch doctor

My bloodline's brown like a mudslide

My corpse turn to butterflies

Fended air, slash pimp, bend other lives

These are troubling times, nigga