Kyle Young Snowball lyrics

[** feat. Natasha Ramos:]


[Chorus:]
(I keep) Rollin this snowball downhill*
And it's growing control is gone
And I can't help but yellin' out, please help me now

[Verse 1:]
Road polished, so brolic
Mo' many gigs I'm a show-holic
A pro, not yet, hope for it
Meanwhile I'm smokin' up a whole forest
Bold tourist, home a fortress
Might have to leave it all to go forward
Cold water on the face of my clock
You blowin' up hip-hop, I'm makin' it pop
With out makin' it pop
In synch with my self
And never gonna stop till I drink from the well
Ain't never gonna change the way I speak for as sale
You never see me talking to police on a cell
I can't do that, I jay walk too much
And if u piss me off then kay talks to much
All u people down there get out the way,
There's an avalanche comin', I'm shoutin' – shoutin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Pullin' my weight
Pullin' up rank
Pullin' the reigns
My brain is a bank
I deposit knowledge and save it
And as my interest goes up, I donate it
So if you need a little help I provide it

Just wish it worked when I try to buy it
My business relentless I miss diggin' Christmas
But now I'm on a mission with panoramic vision
Open frame wide shot analytic distance
Goal is fame, why not? damn I feel resistance
Over came so much pain, man don't handle kid shit
Novocain it goes away, anvils BAM a snitch
And I'm callin' out like Uncle Sam
Put up your hands, I need support; I hope this forms a couple fans
All you people down there get out the way,
Avalanche is comin', I'm shoutin' – shoutin'

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[Verse 3:]
A little solemn a monument's been demolished
Perhaps too much auto tune and polish polish
But watch it blossom, a wallflower bloomin' bright
Soggy rotten, talking for the crew tonight
Oscar winnin' suicide lost up in my cutie's eyes
Thought you had me figured out, I'm rockin' yet a new disguise
Who am I? I dunno yet
But I am so set, on writin' you a dope check
Arm span gon' stretch, like a Bowflex
I don't mean to boast but I'm focused like a cokehead
Kyle's drive is solar-powered, holme I'll go for hours
I'm reaching out so the gold is ours; go devour
A code of honor; a coat of armor; goals to conquer
No more mediocre, nothing less than dope or bonkers
Everybody down there get out the way
Avalanche is comin', I'm shoutin' – shoutin'

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