Lyrics:
the sea snakes
Your jelly fish and buffalo aren't half as dangerous
Your cyclones are far less out of hand than when
Kenny Keen went camping in North East
Been tryna adjust with the seasons
Been working to claim my life again
Thoughts racing how a cyclone spins
I'm making progress when iPhones dim
Please
within
Let your own ambition drown the noises out (break the drought)
Feeding the CYCLE, feeding the CYCLONE,
feeling the crumbling doubt (wipe it all
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
finds that I'm not there
And if she catches her sweet thang runnin' around
I know there'll be the devil to pay
She'll come blowin' like a cyclone right
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
Did cash
way the cyclone spins
Counter on clockwise, still civilized
Kill spies on the wall, that still flies all dies
[Masta Killa]
Give no extension
Used to pain, used to putting up a front
People change, now I'm getting what I want
Used to be a people pleaser, now I please myself
When
sweet bitches seem to only love flakes
Fuck
Without that pain I might be stuck
Fat bitch wife four kids
Livin' in a house pulled by a truck
Check to check
infected by devils
My father would come home, he would forget about the killings
He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the shogun was scared of him
Maybe
the Wabash River
If it wasn't for the Wabash River and this willow tree and my pole and a line
I'd be goin' crazy as an Indiana cyclone
Drownin' memories
finds that I'm not there
And if she catches her sweet thang runnin' around
I know there'll be the devil to pay
She'll come blowin' like a cyclone right
The pain
The pain The pain
The pain The pain
The pain The pain
Of being black in american
No other terror I can think of
Than a 17 year old
Being harassed by
Pain without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
You're sick of feeling numb
Pain without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
You're sick of feeling numb
If I ever were to lose you
I'd surely lose myself
Everything I have found dear
I've not found by myself
Try and sometimes you'll succeed
To make
a cyclone through that door
And I can hear exactly what she'll say
Well has anybody here seen sweet thing I got a notion he'll be headed this-a way
Cause
cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East
To burn away my sins
And I can't help the victims
On the side of the road
And I can't stop the cyclone
That's about to explode
[Chorus]
Turn my
to seed
I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders
Convenient
I am made by my times
I am a creation of now
Yeah my name brings pain to ya brain needa
Roxy ya'll slomo no joke bitch I'm top speed
Only death really gon stop me pussy wet like
Rain when it hit
Now drives you insane
Somebody tell me, am I enough?
Am I wrong to be this way?
Am I wrong to feel this pain?
It's like every single day is wasted
Away
finish the food on my plate
Been a while since I've felt this pain
Only these lyrics can explain
Where did you go to?
You weren't here when you were
finds that I'm not there
And if she catches her sweet thang runnin' around
I know there'll be the devil to pay
She'll come blowin' like a cyclone right
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