Clyde Crooks - Landscape Lyrics

Where the colors
Where the metals
In the cockpit
Where it settles
Make it too bright, too clear to live it
In the landscape, way to make it real, yeah

Wait
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, yeah
Funkadelic, try to hit that shit and quit it, yeah
Save the world my final message where you been at, yeah
I'm just driving in that shit just might get writ, yeah
Shoot him in his back like Ricky but not slick, yeah
Saint Laurent Paris gonna go pay the rent, yeah
Rick Owens all up on my whip that's half-way tinted, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
I've seen all the faces on TV
Seen 'em all over my bedroom
Seen 'em all over these magazines
All these dollars and these nonbelievers that said I couldn't
Yeah, I'm the messiah then I throw them in the pyre
Shit ain't hooded, yeah
Dear God, save my ass from brokeness
Keirkegaard wake me up, wake up in the morning
Too dominant, I - I - I might choke a bitch
I might choke a bitch, yeah

Where the colors (Yeah)
Where the metals (Yeah, okay)
In the cockpit
Where it settles (Yeah, yeah, tell 'em, yeah)
Make it too bright, too clear to live it
In the landscape, way to make it real, yeah

Where the colors
Where the metals (Yeah, okay)
In the cockpit (Yeah, okay)
Where it settles (Yeah, okay)
Make it too bright, too clear to live it
In the landscape, way to make it real, yeah

Make it too bright, too clear to live it
(All them doubters and them nonbeleivers that said I couldn't,
I'm the messiah, throw them in the pyre
That shit ain't hooded)
In the landscape, way to make it real, yeah
I'm a f*cking kill you, motherf*cker

Poppin' the pillies still, yeah
Shawty on the block with me wearing Chanel
Too much dope in your head, I can't tell a tale
Too much dope in your head, I can't tell a tale
Yeah
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