((good job cookin soul))

Lord Apex

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Yeh
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Yeh make it make sense
Make it make sense yeh
Make it make sense

Uh,shit was all peak had like eighty pence
All my money spent
Trying to pay the rent
Zoot look at bigben
Camе far from a bend
Yeh went dummiе in the ends
Yeh made money with my freinds
Yeh i was learning to pretend
Fucked it so im trying to make amends
Fucked it ima hit her on my lense
Baby what do you recommend
Cause im trying to spend
Tour shows make euros shanghi n***a make yen
Shit i mean hong kong dollars
Ain't finished popping my collar
She see the fit when i holla
Shit has she forgot her mollar
Basicly baby im all but a dollar
Basicly baby im all but a pound
Still couple of hommies that move it around
I got the units and new mixed sound
No eager groupie with dubbies around
Were like A P made a move for the crown
They choosing the sound when that shit looking tense
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Yeh make it make sense
Yeh make it make sense
Make it make sense
Make it make sense


I had to slow down
Cause i lost all my paitience
Got it back now im feeling amazing
Smoke clouds cause a n***a been baking
I got couple years been on this j ting
Roll out that shit look like the matrix
Ain't no deconversation with basics
Japaneese really give you the asics
Rapping me no a innocents basis
Heavy started hoping on something retarded
Fell like a tardis
How bout we mad cause in hitting my target
40 your shots im like somebody farted
Dont get me started like buzz n***as dense

Chorus

Make it make sense
Make it make sense
Yeh make it make sense