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Ecstasy Lyrics by Nate Lesco

2017

[Hook]
I know you'll take the time to go find
A type with a style that rivals with mine
And, I know before you'll get to go try
I'll be gone, gone, gone, gone

[Verse One]
Oh my god they couldn't write the chorus
Oh my goodness had to write it for em
I got no morals when it comes to killing tracks, make the raps
And then I ignore em
And I'm too new, for your girl to know
Reputation is so and so
But I'm so ill when it comes to flows
You can catch me swallowing Tylenols
God damn
I am the man
I've been collecting these bottles and cans
Shit I'm still broke but I see where I stand
Stacking the lines like it's all on demand
I can
Sucking me dry like it's good cranium
Don’t understand? How?
I'm making hits since that "Fiction For Now"
You're calling quits like a smoker's own vow(Wow)
I'm cutting edge you could call me a grater
Grinding with bars man I feel like a skater
Rapping and singing my skillset is greater
I'm pulling a "Drake" and I'm thanking me later
And knowing
The second you relive moment, it's over
The stages are going
Faster than bats out of hell
Not a minute to spill
With perspective or not, when I'm leaving I'm gone

[Hook]
I know you'll take the time to go find (go find!)
A type with a style that rivals with mine (with mine!)
And, I know before you'll get to go try (go try!)
I'll be gone, gone, gone, gone(woo!)
Gone, gone, gone
I know before you'll get to go try
I'll be gone
Gone gone gone no oh

[Verse Two]
Shit it's fascinating to put all your eyes on me
Shit I'm killing verses on spree
Shit the skill isn't here for free
I've been going through shit
And I faded a bit
And forgot that the rain wasn't free
But I've been taking the hits
When it's all relevant
In regards to the vision I see
Fuck it
I've been slacking off
Wrote songs that didn't make the call
Bad habits had to cut them off
Everything too small to make a call
Back against the wall
Everything is off
All of it too tall to build wall
Rapping all these fighting words I brawl
Cos you won't make calls until I take off

[Hook]
I know you'll take the time to go find
A type with a style that rivals with mine
And, I know before you'll get to go try
I'll be gone, gone, gone, gone no oh
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About “Ecstasy” by Nate Lesco

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