Syn

Fighting the sleeping sickness
Gotta still moonlight trap
Coz the music don’t make no cash
But the bando makes that bag
Money in the walls and floors get stashed
Gotta still moonlight trap
Grow it and pack it and push it and cash
That Friday Sunday lash
Khor D’s here like
Back to my roots like deja vu
High times, good vibes gotta numb the blues
Bring gifts for the crew, I’ll look after you
Got them shots on the rocks got them classy moves
Large on the lines, she’s not talking queues
Shaking the the walls, got the darkest groves
Find the BPM, that SYN, speak leng to the girl in nude
I mean it, I’m treating the beat so bad
The way that your man treats you is mad
She said «Can I try on your mask?»
She bounce with the rhythm, with the high hats jumping
I do long strokes when the basses wub
But she knows I can never eat too much cake
Pull it and pray, goodnight to the fakes