Loops, 2 est une chanson en Anglais
I write this from 2 am
Straight from the soul, to the tips, of my skin
Right through my bones, n the cells within
I write this straight from the dark
To hear the silence give way to the beats of my heart
The heart once broken
The heart once broken
I write this story to let, yall, know
Ill kill you both, eyes, closed
The rules unspoken
Dont fuck wit qibo
Dont fuck wit qibo
Dont fuck wit qibo
I write my visions down i make em sound
How could you not be impressed
The kid jus gotta flex
If you the best at what you do you’d do the same as i do
They call me blue
Shame on you
I write my past in all my tunes
I been leavin clues,
Since QnDS
N its a shame on you
If you ain’t part of my qrew,
But you been talkin like each other we knew
But we,
Never been cool
No hope,
Ain’t nobody get close, to me
Ion trust
Fools, gone, away,
When, you start, to bleed,
Thas wild
They gon hit you at your peak
What they been tellin
Qibo
I write my rhythm down im raw till the end
N even after my death ill still be playin through their heads,
Dont forget me ?
They won’t forget me
They won’t forget,
Me
I write my past
I write my future
I’m writin fantastic,
Phantom, behind the bars
I’m writin no one notice,
No one nose, sniff out the lotus
Aquatic controllin i got flow, drown out opponents
I got motion sickness
Friction, missiles, spinnin
Aimin down, my sights
I’m wide, open i’m grinnin
I seen the sinners n saints, but ain’t nobody to me
So i suggest you watch yourself if you decide to get near
N if you see me you don’t
So dont expect shit cuz i won’t,
Give my time to a pussy, ass, bitch
I’m better on my own
I been alone, never lonely, tho
So when i go, i dont think about the bitches i use to know
Im focused
I’m waitin patient
No debatin my skill im focused
Ain’t no replacin
Yall complacent i can’t get comfortable,
Cuz comfort danger to growth
Yall livin comfortably,
They trynna catch up they ain’t even close
Im focused
Im closer than ever before
I’m no, sucka
I’m closin in cuz if i said that id do it
Id do it real 100
Bitches in bunches for me
N if you try to get close to the heat ill melt even your teeth i mean it seem
Like qibo ain’t no threat to me
Like qibo goin to be, no, thing
So qibo jus, like, me
N it may seem
Like qibo only fuck wit the beat
I’m straight, sick when i be spittin my themes
Im breathin seeds, sprout into a creature makin em bleed,
Death, disease, on your people if i please,
Jus dont fuck wimme
Treat em how they, treat, me
I take a hit offa the tree n i breathe, deep
N make em see the breeze