Brand new flippz. 
Did this over the last few days, enjoy it tho. :')

Louis the Child - It's Strange (Esoom Remix)

~MindOnTheMoney~

DESIIGNER - PANDA (Esoom Remix)

Prod. by Esoom
Master by Harry Fox

[lyrics]

Goddam... she roll better than me, 
little veteran, obsessing with the way that she gleam. 
up on Reddit, cos I read up on what I wanted to be. 
it's looking better, getting better, like it's medicine, Clean. 
and oh god, I get ahead of my themes, 
running with my scissors, stunting, no team. 
little ripped jeans and my fucked up dreams, 
cup full with a thumb packed skeen, 
got a long road home, 
but for once im keen, 
10,000 hours, couldn't fuck with me. 
10,000 doubters couldn't dim the beam. 
its like a point of meth, the goals crystal, clean. 
and like a bag of speed, I hold all base. 
Your girl looks stuck? She called me? 
She grab cock in the club? her forte.  
that's a rock and a hard-place, surely? 
I got hard bars, like prison. 
10,000 lines like Egyptian linen.
hold up.. This is living.
Drop a fifth of shit "sorry, no admission". 
my adorations intermittent. 
Sick of saying one day, "in a minute.." 
So there's only one way, time to give in.
Goddamn... Time to give in... 
white boy like a pound of powder, 
cut cheese. no chase, 
let them doubt the hours,
let them doubt for hours, 
need a mini me, 
talking Austin Powers, 
like literally...
couple nice lines like filigree, 
tryna postpone all our guillotines. 
two golden hearts apart, little dreams, 
and its all do or die now, chivalry
Major moves theres no little leagues, 
im tryna build a path of gold literally, 
dont shit on me, 
kids had enough,
vagabond flex, 
im battered up, 
batter up, 
Double cup, 
run it up. 
Fuck it up, 
let it pour down, 
let it drop, 
let it bleed now, 
let it pop, 
3 degrees too hot to trot, 
shits easy see, go piss the pot. 
my wrist'll gleam if i drop the lot. 
Im off chops they botch the shit, 
lost the plot,
chop the top, 
chop the crop, 
this seasons dead
off the top.
"bro what you got?"
I got lots to drop. 
im gone off the lot, 
I might the crash the coupe again, 
and then i'll buy the benz,  
wind up round the bend, 
this little boy, 
he's getting bent, 
just let him vent, 
to my defense. 
don't need a cent, 
go make a dent, 
i aint faking friends, 
my fate depends on me
too late to end it see... 
my traits are placed two faced, extremities. 
don't ride a trend, i'm me till ending scenes, 
let the credits run when i'm exiting, 
tell them good luck with everything. 
in a black tux at my benefit, 
like oh my, what a memory. 
toe tagged in that cemetery. 
I write lines for my remedies. 
and I find hope in my melodies, 
I sing songs just to let it free, 
i guess this paths my recipe. 
let it be, little Lennon see, 
what a sour taste, little lemon seeds. 
guess i dont need shit but a blood soaked tee. 
Tell her im fucked up, and i dont like me, 
I'd have done the interview, don't like TV.
all this shit they say makes me grind my teeth. 
got enough to think on my own, no need, 
hold pent aggression, in my half a heart, 
gave her half a piece and like a crack heads car, 
got pieced apart. 
chopped off the block. 
She asked what was up, 
i just scoffed. 
like where to start, 
just fuck off

Esoom

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