Wyatt Coleman - The Seam (Bonus)

Dubs what you doing?
Oh my god, you proving BPE the truest and they all can prove it

Yeah, we just be doing what all y'all ain't doing
The weight you ain't moving, the crowds you can't move in
All the girls be drooling, you ain't cool man
We schooled y'all when you was truant, missed the class while we blooming
We in the studio man, writing the movement left behind, you ain't moving
In the whip I be cruising, Sway's top down, girls swooning
Screaming loud, speakers booming, with my squad we be gooking
Mixing hits and making two bands, girls blowing like tubas
Speakers hit, now there's two snares, going in it's so rare
When I hop on its no fair, dishing out ice call it snow fair
Look at the wrist it's so cold damn, I walk in they like oh damn
Hide your bitch cause she might come with
My crew we snatch and pick and if they with the shits then we all kick it, no FIFA in this Bitch
Now the bass has to hit, rip this shit, who did it? Dub what we hitting? Dubs, mixing this shit up
Flexing till I'm numb, beats so fucking dumb
Who on it? the only one Hughes bitch

Now we just straight taking over I can't wait till we on
Yeah we straight super nova's can't you see the stars
Yeah we straight take the world man I can't wait till it's ours
Yeah we taking the world said I can't wait till it's ours
Just straight took your girl yeah she is on my arm
Coming for the money man got no other regards
All we wants the money man got no other regards
Blue Palms the fucking army man that's the fucking squad

Dub what you doing? oh, you just be cooling in the corner, rolling up them doobies

Yeah we just be juking all these dudes claiming that they moving
But really they just be floating, guns go off they shooting
But in my town we just clueless cause people focused on tooting
They own horn just to be rooting for a team that's steady losing
Meanwhile I'm just sitting here cruising, passing class and making groupies
Coming thru and we just choosing between all these different fruits
Don't come round here boy you fruity
Yeah we just be steady grooving, take a market, make it fluid
That's why we the best, she choosing
She know that Dubs starting a movement
Now we just be steady proving the mission is to pursue it
Make the name grow, yeah we zooming
We just gooned out, yeah we ghoulish
Let the bass kick, now we booming
Different colors, different hues, man
They ain't seeing its the truth, man
Only seeing what's in blue, man
They are blind to the Bluth, man
Arrested during the youth, man
That's Netflix for all the youth, man
Pay attention, you might clue in

Now we just straight taking over I can't wait till we on
Yeah we straight super nova's can't you see the stars
Yeah we straight take the world man I can't wait till it's ours
Yeah we taking the world said I can't wait till it's ours
Just straight took your girl yeah she is on my arm
Coming for the money man got no other regards
All we wants the money man got no other regards
Blue Palms the fucking army man that's the fucking squad

Now we getting foolish, head to toe, why you just shoeless?
Damn, we just really doing all the things you said you knew
And now you looking at us clueless Dj play em all that new shit
Wait... (You ain't got no fucking Dubs in your Serato)
Mother fucker better clue in, yeah our moves they just be using They ain't speaking, they Ain't fluent
Another level from you man, Blue Palms is the fucking movement
Things we doing are not human, got a bitch, she prolly Cuban
Yeah, your plans they all just ruined, yeah, our plans they are the blueprint
Now these players be recruiting, yeah we come to the conclusion
We the realest, they translucent, now we causing mass confusion
Who these dudes? and what they doing?
Sit back here and it's amusing, laugh why all these jokers losing
Then we bring the bass and use it, only to stir up the nuisance
They can't catch us we are mutant, relevance is just so prudent
Sit down you all just some students, thing is that we just improving
Heated up you need some coolant, so dirty you just pollutant, yeah

Written by:
Wyatt Coleman

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