Xeal - Bag Lyrics

Room right with a rack
Stack it up, stack it back
Project percentage done had keep on jumpin' back
Blow right out the bag
Stack it up, stack it back
Project percentage done had keep on jumpin' back
Runnin' for somethin' more grand
I don't want nothin' but love and some land, damn
Runnin' for somethin' more grand
Wallowin' in missed chance, delay, and the bliss of rest
Taggin' messages with Xs 'til I turn the page
We get it, we gotta go
This female a diamond and everyone else in the world, that's the rough
I'm into natural, don't get her cut, or reshaped
Fitted or none of that stuff
What she is is what I want (What she is)
What she is is what I want
What she is is what I want
Damn I can't stand all this bullshit, school shit
Just want get high, make music, stu kid
I'm on the move, how I do this no crew, it's a cool wish
I'm on the move bitch, move with me
We were climbing up a steep hill, and I shot us both
Oh no
I exhaled breath
Skipping beats
Convulsing sorrow
Tightened skin
A shiver ran through my dimensions
Missing piece
The kiss of death
Hold fast tomorrow
Blow right out the bag
Stack it up, stack it back
Project percentage done had keep on jumpin' back
Got the flock floatin' in the bar
Celebratin' life, we got this far
Time to ride it right, the frequencies the czar
Dawn's the peak of night and light I see the stars
Sonic treatment on the phonics and the beat it's
Matcha tea to go with feasts of things to eat I
Got to get alligned, I'm out of balance in the seat I see these
Things that's not complete, get just a peek it's
'Bout the time to drop some heat
Gotta stock up beats and speech
Peter Piper picked apart the beat I'm
Ridin' off to las montañas
Got to get away and
Climbin' on the rocks and boulders
I don't know, I'm flowin'
Drop it and go
I'm on the block and I'm low
Schemes on the roll and they gross
Sellin' CUTCO, hell no
Send in Feds, Ed, Edd, and Eddy (Break they jaw)
They gon' get smoked if they let me (Smokin' raw)
But Texas ain't let them get heavy
Shot 'em up
Got him off
They wasn't ready
Shot the flicks and
Stocked them clips
I gotta get to
Blockin' out the vision
Man can I just get a break
Lord knows that I've made mistakes

Room right with a rack
Stack it up, stack it back
Project percentage done had keep on jumpin' back
Blow right out the bag
Stack it up, stack it back
Project percentage done had keep on jumpin' back
Runnin' for somethin' more grand
I don't want nothin' but love and some land, damn
Runnin' for somethin' more grand
Wallowin' in missed chance, delay, and the bliss of rest
Taggin' messages with Xs 'til I turn the page
We get it, we gotta go
This female a diamond and everyone else in the world, that's the rough
I'm into natural, don't get her cut, or reshaped
Fitted or none of that stuff
What she is is what I want (What she is)
What she is is what I want
What she is is what I want
Damn I can't stand all this bullshit, school shit
Just want get high, make music, stu kid
I'm on the move, how I do this no crew, it's a cool wish
I'm on the move bitch, move with me
We were climbing up a steep hill, and I shot us both
Oh no
I exhaled breath
Skipping beats
Convulsing sorrow
Tightened skin
A shiver ran through my dimensions
Missing piece
The kiss of death
Hold fast tomorrow
Blow right out the bag
Stack it up, stack it back
Project percentage done had keep on jumpin' back
Got the flock floatin' in the bar
Celebratin' life, we got this far
Time to ride it right, the frequencies the czar
Dawn's the peak of night and light I see the stars
Sonic treatment on the phonics and the beat it's
Matcha tea to go with feasts of things to eat I
Got to get alligned, I'm out of balance in the seat I see these
Things that's not complete, get just a peek it's
'Bout the time to drop some heat
Gotta stock up beats and speech
Peter Piper picked apart the beat I'm
Ridin' off to las montañas
Got to get away and
Climbin' on the rocks and boulders
I don't know, I'm flowin'
Drop it and go
I'm on the block and I'm low
Schemes on the roll and they gross
Sellin' CUTCO, hell no
Send in Feds, Ed, Edd, and Eddy (Break they jaw)
They gon' get smoked if they let me (Smokin' raw)
But Texas ain't let them get heavy
Shot 'em up
Got him off
They wasn't ready
Shot the flicks and
Stocked them clips
I gotta get to
Blockin' out the vision
Man can I just get a break
Lord knows that I've made mistakes