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Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
Blood money diamonds with the chains,
what you fuckin with.
Pistol pack in outlaw smoking up blunts right out the fuckin whip.
Hold the phone, stranger calling me straight from the opposite.
Invade your personal space, they'll take your place, your face will disappear.
Hold up,
wait another minute.
I just wanna talk about a couple fuckin villains in my mind because they speaking all the time, wether wrong or they right, take a brain out my mind and I'm thinking about....
Bonified dumb mother fucker speaking rubbish like his young made of rubber,
Float to the top of a tank more than bubbles.
(Hook)
All the time, Speak straight from your mind, happiness you'll find. (x4)
(Verse 2)
Bowl smoking pack a hundred hits, start to dream a lot.
Kiss the wooden splinter of the floor and watch that splinter rot.
Watching out my window see some lights I think I'm about to be the,
People from dimensions taking some pictures, save your breath away.
Cause everyday people want to out you, cut you , punch you, clocks be on payday.
When you sitting up top getting picked off with a shot gun spread shot from a mile away.
Fall fifty nine fifty feet down to the ground, head splat with a snapback neck snap pain.
Talk about pain from a fall,
feels from a far,
eyes to the wall,
handcuffs in the mall,
feeling trapped feeling small,
gun to the face of a dog,
when we not sure who to call...
Do you really feel innocent,
hear the shit,
take a swing of hennessy,
back to the grind in the 937 fuck a memory.
(Hook)
All the time, Speak straight from the mind, Happiness you'll find. (x4)
(Bridge)
Somebody upended up the front door.
(Outro)
Red door open,
face your struggles, you can't run away.
Past or present,
something you can't fuck up in an alley way.
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil too,
Open up the red door, other side it waits for you.
Release date:
11/2/2017
No Record Label.
- Genre
- Indie