Quincy Owns - Landing Site Lyrics

Your money matriculate
Your dollars dissipate
The vultures anticipate
Make ya move premeditate
For the cult they demonstrate
Never halt don't hesitate
Do you bolt just to get the place
Revolt for the better space
What's the cause for forever hate
They make the laws, and they set them
Just Like how they did them fences
We fighting them false pretences
We ain't got no home games
Get got on a stroll mane
Better cop on your domain
Keep a lock on your phone man
Information then there's access
They make it seem like you gotta pass test
They just living in the past tense
Go and get it get the address
If you love it take mad stress
Deal with it, feel wit it, real wit it
I was on Keele wid it, shawty took a kneel wid it

Easy breezy beautifully cover girl baby my alibi
Late night paddock vibe
When you in the air it's a tragic flight
Better keep calm don't panic right
It's a weak storm but no land in sight
There's no landing site

Easy breezy beautifully cover girl baby my alibi
Late-night paddock vibe
When you in the air it's a tragic flight
Better keep calm don't panic right
It's a weak storm but no land in sight
There's no landing site

Ye ain't ever land in the ocean
Man, that's far from a cliff jump
What we've been through I'll never tell
Man, that's far from a fist bump
How do you regard if its enough
How do you respond when its a dub
Thought it was but it isn't love
They ain't really love you like you love them
Can't believe they snubbed you you ain't snub them
From what you receive can't trust them
They just doing it for the buss down
Independent like i'm russ now
Lemme retract that, in the field can't worry about pass back
No petty shit, only big purse B, I'm moving like Percy
Brake right don't Erks thee
Make no move no thirsty
Up & down like a burpee
So how you know what the worth b
Peep the plays can't rehearse thee
They repeat and say what they heard b
Moving ditto like they Kirby
No patience can't wait can't serve me
Only move straight can't curve me
Derail tryna hurt me
No tempo it's a Permy
Either love me or endure me
Won't ever taint its the pure me
I'm not a saint but imma paint
A lot great with a lot of fate
That's a lot to eat, that's a father plate