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Icarus

from God of New England by Atman

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That yo shorty in the back (flats)?
Oh, she lookin' like a snack
And I jus might take a bite
You will never get her back

See me ridin' in that AC, put that real on the track
I was fishin' for a million, kept my character intact
I'm like Barrett when I black, ooouuu you might be gettin' lapped
Bar hoppin' when I drop it, homie, you can't even rap
Tell 'em (God!)

G.O.N.E., write like I deserve an Emmy
No, I did not mean a Grammy, I'll put that on my family
Paintin' pictures with my scriptures, elaborate so lightly
It's why these wifeys like me and they husbands wanna fight me

Ima force, when you rap you soundin' lost
Brown boy gettin' green, call me Randy Moss
Wait a minute, what you mean, I ain't ever fallin' off
I'm too gifted wit these writtens, feel my flow and carry on

Black out like my ancestors, known to keep 'em guessin'
My mind's a weapon and you still cannot beat me in Tekken
Don't listen to R Kelly, but I be 2 steppin'
I believe I can fly, and I'm on my way to heaven

Look, I'm hotter than the sun
You ain't ever touchin' this
Icarus
You not even close, not a little bit

Look, I'm hotter than the sun
You ain't ever touchin' this
Icarus
You not even close, not a little bit
Tell 'em (God!)

Got the work
Got that dough
They go berserk
Tell 'em

I got yo girl
Yeah, she twerk
She go berserk

I be that, smooth brother with some Blue's Clues rubbers
You'll always find 'em cause I don't use
Hold up
That's a joke, treat your body like temple
If you cannot tell the difference, you ain't messin' wit' my mental

They used to call me tooth, couldn't put it on my dental
Now I am a millionaire, and I black out on instrumentals
Believe in yourself, don't be Icarus
I used to have haters, but by now they sound ridiculous

Bottom up I'm built for this, you gone need some stilts for this
Out here like Tom Brady, and you tryna Trent Dilfer this
Chopper in the trunk, yeah boy, I will kill for this
My brain is my best friend, you are just a witness
Feel this

Lights out on the track, boy
Student loans were nothin', check the stats, boy
Ask the IRS to do the math, boy
It's my destiny to blaze a path

Look, I'm hotter than the sun
You ain't ever touchin' this
Icarus
You not even close, not a little bit

Look, I'm hotter than the sun
You ain't ever touchin' this
Icarus
You not even close, not a little bit

Look, I'm hotter than the sun
You ain't ever touchin' this
Icarus
You not even close, not a little bit

Look, I'm hotter than the sun
You ain't ever touchin' this
Icarus
You not even close, not a little bit
Tell 'em (God!)

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from God of New England, released January 10, 2019
Produced by Fonz
Writer / Composer: Atman
Mixing & Mastering: Atman

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