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Yeah Morezze driftin’ (uh-huh)
Zoned out crazy like my brain just took a flight without permission (fly…)
Head empty? Nah, it's just space for wild bars to land with perfect precision (skrrt)

I’m zoning out with a cig, smoke lookin’ like a naughty cloud-rap vision,
Thoughts go up and down like an ex with weekend indecision (damn)
My words dirty but organized
Still smellin’ like crisp bills straight out the vault, no disguise (fresh)

I stare at the clock, it’s like, “bro, why you frozen?”
I’m like, “relax, I’m cookin’ a punchline that'll haunt ‘em when they sleep broken.” (cookin’)
Mind scattered but my bars stay focused,
My flow’s a back-alley shortcut, slippin’ through every beat like it’s chosen (slide)

Zonin’ but horny-minded,
Ideas walk in like VIP guests, never blinded (VIP)
I’m zonin’ with a grin,
‘Cause my bars like bras, I rip ’em off so the beat feels the sin (haha)

I’m buffering like a loading screen,
But once it hits bang! my punchlines sting harder than caffeine (pow!)
Opponents talk big,
I swipe their ego like late-night spam gone, unseen (gone)

I zone out but still sound vicious,
My words like wicked lips sharp, sweet, and dangerously delicious (sweet)
I’m thinkin’ rhymes while starin’ at nothin’,
Even the dictionary’s like, “bro, you tryin’ to break the whole system?” (facts)

I’m zoned out but still the king (king!)
When my mind goes blank, I fill it with the wildest, freakiest, stickiest swing.
That’s how Morezze swing (yeahhh)
Zoned-out mode but still bringin’ everything. (everything)

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Blizzard Rose🌹❄️

𝓞𝓴𝓪𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓲 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮.
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷’ 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓽.
𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝔁, 𝓶𝓲𝓳𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓵𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴.

𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮𝔃𝔃𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓲𝓷’?
𝓒𝓾𝓽𝓮.
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓷𝔂-𝓭𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷’.
𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷’ 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓬𝔂,
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓵, 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓲 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓷’ 𝓯𝓮𝓲𝓼𝓽𝔂.
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷’ ’𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷
𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓲 𝓿𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷,
𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓸𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓼
𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.
𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰,
𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷, 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓷…
𝓒𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮
𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮.

𝓞𝓴 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓲, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓷’ 𝓵𝓪𝓹𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷
𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷’ 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓼𝓲𝓷
𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓹, 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝔁 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷
𝓞𝓴 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓲, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷
𝓞𝓴 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓲, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝓰𝓸 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔃𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽, 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝔂, 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷’ 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓿𝓲𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓼
𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷’ 𝓸𝓯𝓯, 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷’ 𝔀𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭?
𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓲,
𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝓪 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓽.
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓾𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰?
𝓛𝓸𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷?
𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽’𝓼 𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮.
𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷
𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓰𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮, 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷.
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽
𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓭
𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷.
𝓘 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱,
𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽,
𝓘 𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱
𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓲, 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓸𝓼
𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱.

𝓞𝓴 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓲, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓷’ 𝓵𝓪𝓹𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷
𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷’ 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓼𝓲𝓷
𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓹, 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝔁 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷
𝓞𝓴 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓲, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝓰𝓸 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭
𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔃𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽, 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝔂, 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷’ 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓿𝓲𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷.

𝓢𝓸 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽, 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓲, 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓲𝓻.
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻:
𝓘’𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝔃𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻.

𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷
𝓛𝓪 𝓑𝓵𝓲𝔃𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓵ó.