Lyrics:
The devil is skilled in the tricks of profit
I make it no concern i'm only driven by the process
Expression in my cockpit y'all can call me shaman
pulling teeth, yea
It hurts me to hurt you
The line was printed in the sand, I'm not trying to desert you
It doesn't matter where I land, I'm standing
But honestly, that's fine by me
Promises in fairy tales
Cheap tricks and pink thrills
We started talking and messing around
It's not too long till we
delusional.
Let me guess, deserts and sea and wind were mentioned.
Don't be mean See Marvell, the old man thinks there is some kind of empire in the east, but
a nigga that is disappointed by his mother
Lately been a free mind so I think i'm gonna start some trouble
I can see my matching twin, we got each other
on me
So I slow down and breathe
I'm uh knock out all my side quests
Goo Goo Dolls Iris
Find time to rest my eyelids and take in the breeze
Taking it day
wired
And my mouth is dry as a desert of concrete
I'm in despair, needing some fresh air, 'cause
I'm a Walking Melodrama
Analyzing this panorama
This
I'm going back
To the place I ran from
Palm trees, broken roads
Desert dust bowl sun
Where the bill man call you
Almost every week
Which bills to pay
Stole another heart and I'm gettin outta town
Like a scolded cat
I'm territory bound
I'm sat In a kenworth
Cursing the heat
Staring at the desert
"Oh my"
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
I dip through in that six-trey, like "Sick 'em, Dre"
I'm an itch that they can't
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real
to spend, they go crazy.
(Verse 1):
I'm going to tell you a story in stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in
All we want is the money
I keep em' bro.
Wake up one morning, and, with some money
To spend, they go crazy.
I'm going to tell you a story in
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in
a mothafucka
Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucker hold me down
Chillin' in a-gadda-da-vida, rockin' Adidas
With a senorita and she sippin' liquor by
there is a destination
I pray to God I'll find the patience
And in the end hope I'm not saying
What have I done
Guess it was a trick of New Mexico
and I stoke the flame
'Cause I sowed my hopes in a broken vase
And this open plain produced plights in the poems
Prime opponents with some novacaine
I'm
a soldier, I'm a chief boy
Semi-auto with no recoil
Forgiatos, they on fleek boy
Twenty murders in a week boy
I'm from the murder capital, no sleep boy
something for sure
I'm captivated by the past but i can't advance
Caught up in this trance time and I have had our dance none of this feels pure
How long
Just not so Germanic
Every rock in the desert radiates a quiet style
Of sonic air on bright blue skies
And it's the only thing that fulfills this life
gucci while i let the door swang
We get the weed in by the load play witcho nose got cocaine
Got allen Iverson numbers serve whip we scream free pooh tang
gon' stop 'til we in space eating desert plates
I'm finna start a revolution this the birthplace
(Mumbling) that's how I get down, uh
STOP THE TRACK!
I
trick
They tore my intentions apart brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide
They swallowed thier daggers by turning their trick
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