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DELAVILLE

by Mr. Yote

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Written, Produced, Mixed By Mr. Yote
Mastered By Lapsung

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You can tell it by the meat on me thumb
Me paws linked like them saps dragging feet in the mud
The needle it buzz it beep how the tella been rung
The kettle the hum it seeps through the feathers and dust
Them lads strapped been ready by the heat of the fuzz
It’s easier done the reach through them regional tongues
The string and the strum they busy like a beetle in crud
But still them boys crawl back like its meat in the mug
Cus see they feast proper kiddie its all good
So whether not you watch them know that they watch you
That twinkle and the shine the bump in the night too
The boogies in your eyes the speckles that float too
They all a little sly so triple that check too
And when you sleep tight sleep slight of a full snooze
Cus them boys stay creeping in, make sure them eye balls peeking it’s
Too much risk when you risk that vessel

No that village don’t talk if you call names
No that village won’t stop if you lost lane
See that village don’t cling to ya root
They snip buds quite close to that bloom and wilt for it still
No that village won't scoff if you drop dead
No that village won't walk if you run for it
No that village ain’t treating they dues
They tax cut it how they reap what you sew it's so funny

That trunk rattle i shuffle them old rags again
Rats stay nipping and stitching me back sporting it’s
Stray packed critters they loiter me pack quarters it’s
Too whole pennies to feed them a fresh loaf of it
Man of them boogies and ghouls that bump nights
I band all them kiddies that struggle to read write
I stand with them fellows that walk with a leg pipe
I lodged by the dock of the bay and found love in it too

No that village don’t talk if you call names
No that village won’t stop if you lost lane
See that village don’t cling to ya root
They snip buds quite close to that bloom and wilt for it still
No that village won't scoff if you drop dead
No that village won't walk if you run for it
No that village ain’t treating they dues
They tax cut it how they reap what you sew it's so funny

They eat it up, Peasants bloated to stuffed
It’s coated in must, they pieced from the loadiest spud
The phone in the cut, they ring it when they know it is us
The toes in the mud, them 6 feet close to the crust
Them chocked up locked down like it’s poles to the tongue
I know them chains ain’t safe if it’s holding the cusp
You see them dawgs been caged like they fluent in cluck
But know its A-OK if you break for the run don’t look back baby

Take a couple quick laps baby
It’s that de la, de la, de la that old ville know
No that village won't scoff if you drop dead
No that village won't walk if you run for it
No that village ain’t treating they dues
They tax cut it how they reap what you sew it's so funny

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released January 21, 2022

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