Folklore Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, ta ta, yeah
Yuh, yeah

[Refrain]
Hit the [?]
Go on, simmer down
Couple shots to the crown for all the lost ones
It was painted in these histories we draw from

[Verse]
These reflections, revelations got me awestruck
Like who gon' [?] when it's all done?
I'm at the top floor, leave your head spun
Tryna redifine the sun, yeah that's the [?]
Underlocking [?], underneath the gun
Let's wrap it in the flesh, wrap it in thе [?]
Niggas cued a new dialect, don't you bitе it, baby
I was trapping maybe, you be capping daily My mind gone to Jamaica, I'm stone cold crazy
I'm exonerated, the evil couldn't break me
Ripples never phased me, bitch i'm sanctified
I was qualified, stomp it in the overtime
Kick the metal cases, swoop it into overdrive
Niggas hold the line, before they pitfall
The [?] that's impossible [?]
Seven star crosses, on the scoreboard
I'm at the black [?] folklore
Nigga, smile more
(Yeah)
[Refrain]
Yah, Hit the [?]
Go on, simmer down
Pour some liquor for the [?] for the lost ones
It was painted in the history

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