Lirik
Welcome to the circus
Monkeys in the zoo, they feeling ill check my dermis
Let me know the feeling when my hand is on the furnace
Cause we going deep a nigga swimming with the orcas
Pain is on the plate before Louisiana purchase
Landing on a rock until the hard place is a surface
You need to take a stand behind your life what is your purpose
Look into the corpus and you jerking
Take a look around, what is your reality
Questions over morals tell me your all of the profanity
Look you in the eye while I practice on the alchemy
Open to the vibes, check my alkaline batteries
Moving units, energies and I'm whipping up my calories
Let my words repeat like the Halls in my galleries
This is just a 5k, moments of the mastery
When I'm in the groove, ay, work like acrobatics see
And I'm in a cool state, living in a fantasy
I can change my world, got nobody on my salary
Money's no analogy, analysis of damages
It's ravaging, bodies by the day and that's just averaging
They brand our bodies then they bill us for the packaging
When I got the wizard hat, you know I'm in my balcony
Standing on the waters, move my hand what is gravity
I'm calling families
We need strategies
Thinking radically
Calamities, Erratically
It's Jurassic
Jurassic
Jurassic
Jurassic
They playing with the clock there's a shooter every second
They gon keep us online and we staring at the weapon
Blue light bud light take a breath in
Vices like the channel and you looking at the dead end
But a Road could never hold a candle, to the fireplace
Rome is burning down I'm just waiting in the quiet space
I tried to give a warning but you looking with the tired face
Wrinkle out the money, under pressure an entire race
You can't walk me off the cliff
You can't see on a bridge
You can't get me on your boat
Go back over where, you float
You don't have the reverence to register
My caliber
You wanna see the angels, lemme change my angles uh
I got the beat open, I'm pulling on the catheter
I ain't got that Chelsea money, but you calling me the handler
I surveil and survived you not dealing with an amateur
Pro track runner, grab a bag it's a massacre
Jurassic
Writer(s): Hollis Stephenson
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