Lyrics:
this week, just beats to Choose from
Praise the East River bringin that new sun //rises a new
Boards a ferry to the borough that he calls home
By
sorry I’m so bad
And everything I touch seems to turn black
get back don’t get caught by the aftermath
Im such a fucking drag
I’ve
ina the world and my flesh made me indigene
Lived Ina the world wore em black oo
killed by the sword I highjack o
almost gave ma soul now
took him as a son that he had been betrayed
The rolling hills of Syria are black against the glorious, ember-laden sunset
Step by step he strode
habits, without sin I'd probably hate life
This is dope as that hard white you stuff in a crack pipe
A hit of this, a kid with Tourrets will chill out
[Chorus X2]
Less one, just might lose breath
Read me, my right's I've left
Less one, just might lose breath
[Verse 1]
A routine stop, that's what he
us
I repent all my sins
Always trynna put knife in us
I hear my devil's enticing but
They run amok every night
They love to fuck WOOP
They ain't
us
I repent all my sins
Always trynna put knife in us
I hear my devil's enticing but
They run amok every night
They love to fuck WOOP
They ain't
watching
Verse 2 - Mack 10:
I got the hood on smash homey
And though I'm ballin full throttle
I'll never run outta gas homey
I'm so fly as the days go by
is survivin'
Your realistical leads, day by day I'm dyin'
Say I was gone, but rhymin', I didn't do 'em
Make sure the coffin is closed, 'cause I be
and it's no.
When you think it's sin, want to live by tha sword,
Gotta die, gash, ash to dust.
They turnin' that passin' and not with tha less.
Lil'
a sin
Or so it has been said
But every time I've hurt you
Or at least tried to
You've laughed and smiled instead
Kicked, scorned and damned by the forces
[Killah Priest]
The prophecies of a poor man end on a train
Take his last breath
Slumps over drops his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her
the pitch black, it's too cold
I'm all alone take me back to the roads
I had to roam to get here and I'll hitch back
Get a cab to my mother's house
See my
the gangstas die young and the rats die faster
So, when my shooter spread this MAC
Live shatter 'round, 'round
Like, "Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?"
reason to be sad but remember your love is sin
You might go to Hell for that the devil serve gin?
Or whiskey? That's my drink Hell yeah count me in
I
the sling
Frodo with the ring
Burstin on the mic with auto tune to sing
Thor with the hammer, devil with the sin
Sipping liquor here with no Promethazine
didn't get sleep (Nah)
Thought God would kill me (Maaaan damn)
Went through the trauma by myself look at life weirdly (Yeah)
I don't see sins or flaws
See
‘Elevator’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson and Keri ‘Coco’ Jones
VERSE 1 - Collin Gibson
I been in this cage for years
Raised like
with ignition
I'm 2 by 2 like 4 demolition
Like for motivation
I'm too much too like all annihilation
like who is the greatest
I'm tryna be
like
see
That afraid that afraid that afraid
That am scared of the ghost (x2)
One time one time I remember
Running from the scene like a villain
my hand and pray for my sins
I see him standing by the Edge of my bed
Heavy drunk in week two ah
Told myself I'll stay sober, weeks too ah
Every night
the chevy's tall at
Hustlin' flippin' money nigga what cha call that
Show up in ya city show me where the mall at
Candy paint on 32's is how we ball black
Got
Two hundred dollar deposits
Ant cutting it
Let's be honest
My wallets counterfeit
I flip a half and put
Fifty in my pocket
Put them packs up in
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