Morpheus
Griffin Seagle
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Vicious snitches putting bitches in ditches Tryna be the richest with many more wishes But can hardly do the dishes So close it's just inches til I hit 6 digits Come back to your senses young menace Has no limits with his lyrics And with any doubt he'll leave bruises No matter the distance- What you talking bout Willis? Can't take the critics It only takes minutes To write down these antics I'll soon make millions Dodging everyone's bullets Chilling with the man with no limits He looks horrendous This endless torment is restless I f*ck til I feel it on my pelvis All this senseless selfish purpose Yet you still notice I'm the greatest Stoner Jesus don't leave us My choruses spread to these bitches Like viruses All my haters going through crisis Cuz my fan base growing by the masses Soon I'll be notorious Leave you speechless breathless My rhymes are precious sweetness But so ruthless What's the meaning behind this madness Ain't it obvious To fulfill my previous loneliness and emptiness I spread my glorious serious furious ideas To gain happiness n leave y'all curious Finally I rest like Morpheus Sour diesel Don't provoke us We can't lose focus We the best rappers in quotients But that Seagle is the real golden eagle Inject you with the lethal needle I'm the evil fighting peaceful I keep it local it's simple My words will beat you into fetal So never f*ck with sour diesel Little brittle middle child With a new little riddle Lyrical and logical Also chemical Feeling kinda low Nothing is optional These bars are sick though Grow smoking Dope Making dough let my skills show Yolo is the motto Nothing auto Faster tempo Growing up on metal Sold my soul to the devil Now I rebel Til I'm global Ima noble Only question I have is who's mobile Sour diesel is what you can't imagine We the car crashing Bed time dancing Privates throbbing Door scratching Panty snatching Hard headed independent mavericks And when the fame hits You'll want to see a bio pic Til then we keep hitting these licks Young pricks fucking bitches As thick as the 2013 nicks No skips Bong rips Check the fucking fit If lyrical poetical rap shit still doesn't hit Then I fucking quit We crash the party And fucking dip If it's not lit If you can't spit then you're not in I'll just call it fin Final goal is to win When I state my dreams It's all laughs But I never get side tracked Sour diesel Got what you lack That's a fact Barely keep my mental intact Weird kid But when I get to the mic I smoothly flow Forget about the lows I'll let everybody know My name The game And where I stay Grove city, the urbs We're the losers that lurk In the ally ways smoking herbs Pepperoni face a big phony No wonder he lonely Spending all his time Stoney Questioning what he could be But not accomplishing anything Finna hit you like it's hockey Honky playing hocky poky Keep his talents low key Then y'all proceed to Act like ya know me Oh shit griff actually got bars He got talents to be a star I swear on my loved ones graves Ima go far Finally I'll rest like Morpheus When the fame it's I'll rest like Morpheus When I get rich I'll rest like Morpheus
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Morpheus Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 14 May 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/7163903/Griffin+Seagle/Morpheus>.
Discuss the Morpheus Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In