"Nature Heals" lyrics
New Wynnie
I probably shouldn't say anything
But fuck it, off adrenaline
Fuck this whole industry
Just wanted that to settle in
Ladies and gentleman
If you trust, I'll make it evident
There's cypher basements on every coast that I've been vetted in (come on)
My friends telling stories about pedaling
And beef over bucks, it's all venison (God damn)
And that time they got busted 'cause so and so was ahead of them, uh (nah, run that shit back)
'Cause most of my experience was ducking taunts from letterman's
You think I'm good at talking shit now, I was better then
I've been crafting my 16's to donuts, no Krisp' Kreme
I was working while you sleeping like Kris Kring' (workin on it)
That's my Sistine
But it's all risk free
Took a while for boys to try to kiss me
Still never turned into a pick me
Put my wall up 'til one boy knocked one brick free
And fucked it up for the rest of you
Good luck tryna convince me (don't come near her)
I'm a Taurus and my mom was a lawyer
So I know to never be anybody's informant
I tell kids I rap, they ask me "What rhymes with orange?" (dumbass question)
Like I said, all they can do is forage (God damn)
Listeners rarely read between the chorus
They're malnourished
But I need my vases filled
Barry Bonds at bat and all my bases filled
I could save their mothers life and they'd hate me still
Y'all love drama, please don't confuse it with some Gangsta Grillz
Turn the camera on like Killa Cam and let's make a film
I provide the meals like I'm Trader Jill's
I know they're tryna drown me out, but I trade for gills
Fuck the blogs, nobody cares how The Fader feels (come on)
People pirating music again, nature heals
Comb
Tryna flip these 16's to a major deal
Y'all just so lucky that she gon' bless the track
I probably shouldn't say anything
But fuck it, off adrenaline
Fuck this whole industry
Just wanted that to settle in
Ladies and gentleman
If you trust, I'll make it evident
There's cypher basements on every coast that I've been vetted in (come on)
My friends telling stories about pedaling
And beef over bucks, it's all venison (God damn)
And that time they got busted 'cause so and so was ahead of them, uh (nah, run that shit back)
'Cause most of my experience was ducking taunts from letterman's
You think I'm good at talking shit now, I was better then
I've been crafting my 16's to donuts, no Krisp' Kreme
I was working while you sleeping like Kris Kring' (workin on it)
That's my Sistine
But it's all risk free
Took a while for boys to try to kiss me
Still never turned into a pick me
Put my wall up 'til one boy knocked one brick free
And fucked it up for the rest of you
Good luck tryna convince me (don't come near her)
I'm a Taurus and my mom was a lawyer
So I know to never be anybody's informant
I tell kids I rap, they ask me "What rhymes with orange?" (dumbass question)
Like I said, all they can do is forage (God damn)
Listeners rarely read between the chorus
They're malnourished
But I need my vases filled
Barry Bonds at bat and all my bases filled
I could save their mothers life and they'd hate me still
Y'all love drama, please don't confuse it with some Gangsta Grillz
Turn the camera on like Killa Cam and let's make a film
I provide the meals like I'm Trader Jill's
I know they're tryna drown me out, but I trade for gills
Fuck the blogs, nobody cares how The Fader feels (come on)
People pirating music again, nature heals
Comb
Tryna flip these 16's to a major deal
Y'all just so lucky that she gon' bless the track
Writer(s): Sina Wynne Holwerda, Spencer Marineau Smyth
