CJ, whoopty (slowed + reverb)

ʟʏʀɪᴄs:

𝖫𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒, 𝗒’𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌
𝖯𝗑𝖼𝗈𝗒𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁

𝖶𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗒
𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 (𝖶𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗒)
(𝖧𝗎𝗁) 𝖡𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾, 𝖨 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖨’𝗆 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾
𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋-𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖿
𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 ‘𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗈-𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾
𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖾
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈-𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 (𝖦𝖺𝗀)
𝖲𝗐𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 – 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖬𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍
𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾
𝖮𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟦𝟤, 𝖨’𝗆 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 (𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍)
𝖨’𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗉
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖨’𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾 ‘𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌

𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗈́𝗌
𝖨𝖿 𝖨’𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍
𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗐
𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖹𝗈𝖾
𝖨𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖵𝖵’𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗒
𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖥𝗂𝗃𝗂
𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖧𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗒𝗌
𝖲𝗆𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇’ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖹𝖺𝗓𝖺, 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆ā𝗍𝗁ā
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨’𝗆 𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇’ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖺
𝖨’𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇’ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺-𝖼𝗁𝖺, 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖺
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇’ 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖺

𝖲𝗆𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇’ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖹𝖺𝗓𝖺, 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆ā𝗍𝗁ā
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨’𝗆 𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇’ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖺
𝖨’𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇’ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺-𝖼𝗁𝖺, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖺
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇’ 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖺

𝖶𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗒
𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 (𝖶𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗒)
(𝖧𝗎𝗁) 𝖡𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾, 𝖨 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖨’𝗆 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾
𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋-𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖿
𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 ‘𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗈-𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾
𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖾
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈-𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 (𝖦𝖺𝗀)
𝖲𝗐𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 – 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖬𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍
𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾
𝖮𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟦𝟤, 𝖨’𝗆 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 (𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍)
𝖨’𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗉
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖨’𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾 ‘𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌

𝖲𝗐𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 – 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖬𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍
𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾
𝖮𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟦𝟤, 𝖨’𝗆 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 (𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍)
𝖨’𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗉
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖨’𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾 ‘𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌