In your room i'm in your head now can you feel it? can you feel this smelling your hair? it's okay that you're the answer that i can't seem to formulate
You are a sunset you paint a perfect portrait and with just one touch i'll be fucking sold i am a ghost i am transparent consider the consequence of
Open the door spit in my face get on your knees and bleed on me everyone needs to wake the fuck up and witness the sheer atrocity in the powder room
Blood's not enough to give to you blood's not enough to change your mind what's worse is when you're assured that this state could be deemed as something
are paper cutouts of what we'll never be and the sunset will not grace our faces the same oh no let's fucking slit our throats and save others the trouble
in the rapture, wasn't hard to catch you With my heavy weight frame and my 6-4 stature I snatched you, whatever this game planned Wanted me to be a man, but I had other
heavy Ya sweating in ya sheets cause ya sin so heavy Ready to die, naw, dawg, you ain't ready You don't truely know what's on the other side young revin
to be talked about [Afu-Ra] You're gettin slapped by my grammar Vocals like a hammer, with roots from Alabama I'm under cover, make moves like no other
my waist while were getting low. put your left leg up like you want some more. cause were on the, on the, on the dance floor *verse 2* tell them other
Resowed in Carlito, and retold on Tivo Ice cold wit a ego, dice rolled and somebody's Deebo'd Trios expose dikes on the D' Low It's love wit my amigos, other
Yo flipmode is how this nigga roll Finger on the trigger low Quick to lick a shot for that bigger pot of gold Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and rolls
m ready On the pedal heavy when I smash The same muthafucka that hit the gas and dash To the other side on the down low 'Cuz I only deal with hustlers
hear the echoes ring. I tried to find one smilin' face To drive the shadow from my head I'm stranded in this nameless place Lyin' restless in a heavy
town When the kids go insideand old foks go to sleep Thats when real G's come out on the creep Midnight movin through the city on the low Sippin' on
being forever seeing things you can't see cause I was born intraverdly cutting wind with my lyrics like the sword of Shinobi was on the down low (but
grind But still make a stack every other night, good with the dice So it don't even matter, get hungry in the hood Miss Low is sharp with the platters
be livin in the hood and trust it, they ain't there (YEAH) All my niggaz pour heavy cause, we don't care Stay low to the streets cause there's shots in
This particular evening she wanted to ride jets Even though I now shawty was bad news, I played it cool Vowing to never turn sucker like them other dudes