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Chester Watson - Life Wrote Itself [Official Music Video]
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Chester Watson
Chester Watson
Performer
Kanisono
Kanisono
Performer
Montrell Haymon
Montrell Haymon
Performer
Shane Fitzpatrick
Shane Fitzpatrick
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Montrell Haymon
Montrell Haymon
Songwriter
Shane Fitzpatrick
Shane Fitzpatrick
Songwriter
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Chester Watson
Chester Watson
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Kanisono
Kanisono
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Life wrote itself, we helped it Chester always moving on some samurai stealth shit Life wrote itself, we helped it Life wrote itself, we Are just observers in the waves like a pocket of shellfish Life wrote itself, we just felt it Life wrote itself, we just felt it Yo, walking on the wet ground at night it's like space So I hit a moonwalk and slide like MJ Bruh I'm fire like a plate of hibachi on Wednesday A prodigious sensei, is Chester Watson I chill at the top with a Bic flame ablaze, I stay hazing daily People want all the secrets but it's a wave I made I'm like earthquake, only 5'9 but I know I done made the earth shake, stupid You should've been worried in the first place, cause now I'm about to lose it Tripping splitting spliffs I'm at bottom of the prism The shamans of pyramids, if you listen prolly would hear 'em The wisdom godless, it came from the gods and I'm just mirror A spirit meditating to a sky ridden with aliens And if a God is here, is it really a God that's saving us? Rockets and arms up, a popular art trust Me, I'm just an agnostic, that is pocketing star dust Life wrote itself, we helped it Chester always moving on some samurai stealth shit Life wrote itself, we helped it Life wrote itself, we Are just observers in the waves like a pocket of shellfish Life wrote itself, we just felt it Life wrote itself, we just felt it Rest in Peace to Nipsey, reinvesting the wealth It's something wavy in the water, on some micro-dose L shit Mind of a legend, but I'm so psychedelic Not from this planet, got rarity of a relic That's from St. Louis to St. Pete I ain't you, I ain't stupid, it ain't free No love for it, I ain't cupid, I ain't Jesus Stay blowing loud smoke in the faint breeze I need the "Air Watson" with the Virgil quotes I bet not having a vision would prolly hurt the most And when I'm with the Nü, you know the circle toast Now I'm fighting off these demons while I'm purging ghosts Chester, the necromancer, leader of resurgent hope Lock us up for petty shit, then say we don't deserve to vote All the stereotypes gotta swerve But if the realest really die, then I'mma prolly be the first to go Life wrote itself, we helped it Chester always moving on some samurai stealth shit Life wrote itself, we helped it Life wrote itself, we Are just observers in the waves like a pocket of shellfish Life wrote itself, we just felt it Life wrote itself, we just felt it
Writer(s): Montrell Haymon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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