Then - Trellion, Sniff

«And then

Then

And then

Oh no

It happened

Suddenly, suddenly, it was all true.»

«Alright, close the door and get out.»

Yo, I want a stuffed polar bear by my fireplace

When I’m old and grey, mini-bar atlas

To slow the pain

Pet shark like I know it’s name

I took your shorty by the waist

She showed no restraint

Undecided

In limbo

Under eyelids

Run the island

Hail, snow, thunder, lightening

Underlining

The way that you doing it

Just ain’t doing it

You must be reminded

Bubble life

Reply like, 'Maybe another time.'

Wide-eyed crazy, I’m uninspired

What you think about that?

I ain’t even tried yet, better think about that

This is time-killing shit

When

I bill a spliff

High tide in the bits

High five, the abyss

Ain’t big enough for this

I tell a bitch, 'Why try to resist?'

This is me

I don’t care if you don’t like what it is

It’s like they’re tryna kill my vibe or suttin

But they must be out their mind, 'cause they never will

Now it’s fucking with their pride or suttin

Tryna figure it out

But they never will

It’s like they’re tryna kill my vibe or suttin

But they must be out their mind, 'cause they never will

Now it’s fucking with their pride or suttin

Tryna figure it out (out, out)

Yo, there’s no change in the dope game

I sit and reminisce about the old days

Keeps it burning on a low flame

Learn it’s my turn, did a lot of work for no gain

So, brother, mind your own

I spent time with the rhyme, while

You were tryna find your zone

Spend some time alone (time alone)

'Cause if it works, then it works

If it don’t then you riding home

Timeless quotes, spoke in abundance

Smoking the substance

Ghost in the function

Snowflake

Give an inch but they take a mile

So be careful where you base your style

Creative bile,

It takes a while

Deadfalls in the hundreds

They said I got a grave, better use it for something (something)

It’s like they’re tryna kill my vibe or suttin

But they must be out their mind, 'cause they never will

Now it’s fucking with their pride or suttin

Tryna figure it out

But they never will

It’s like they’re tryna kill my vibe or suttin

And they must be out their mind, 'cause they never will

And now it’s fucking with their pride or suttin

Tryna figure it out (out, out)

«Sure, we’ve got a moral for tonight’s story…

If you’re marrying a musician, insist on a big house.

Don’t go in for this

lighthouse keeping stuff.

*Laughter*»