Lyrics:
Hanging from the crossbar
Let the blood rush to my head
Security can drag me out
Pull me by the arm and yell
"Shouldn't you be home by now?"
Sir,
Well i was taken by surprise
Don't have the time to realize
c rush of blood came to my head
cnd I became a hurricane
My world is spinning around
It
myself so I'm trying
To keep myself all in check, by writing dozens of rhymes (Listen to your heart)
It's time I listen to my heart when it starts talking
YDM CODERED you know how the fuck we rockin, YDM stand tall
Smile on my face while I'm cleaning up the blood
Fearful of them demons pull my strings
blood)
I'll break you neck
(No turning back)
Death on my side
(It's getting wild)
I want your head
(You will be dead)
I'm getting hot
(We want your blood
finesse
When we bust
The rest we leave to Jesus
Cause by his heel
The heads crushed
Ayy
Keepin it moving even if I die today
If I'm livin it's for a reason
are watching, wheels are turning
What's going on in your head?
Trust is hard to build, we're learning
We'll take it step by step
First my hand and then
the floors
Splatter nigga's blood on the walls
(Spliff Star)
Bust that nigga's shit
Make the nigga suffer for yours
Busta: And if they run up in your crib
rush to the door blood on her hands screamin there goes your whole career
Meanwhile I'm freakin out sayin we got to do somethin and got to do somethin
wreath
Closing the door upon the Four Seasons
You need to breathe
Saying "fuck patience" is misleading
The culture make us feel like we in such a rush
is thick
The rush of blood feels so good on this dry palette
There you lie waiting to die
The Dark Gift covets you only in the nighttime
Chase these
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn
The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
Hold your head up lil' bruh
You're not dead lil' bruh
You are brown when this world is black and white lil' bruh
I know how it sounds low lil'
I feel a rush of blood coming to my head
So many colors driving out all the red
I lift my hands to heaven
I never felt a wave like this
Another
into me
I feel a sudden rush of blood to me head cnd I'm speaking loud and clear
But the message just don't come out right Singing a song just one last
life (both)
Lifeless corpse barely breathing hanging by a thread
Should I cut the cord or put a bullet in your head
To, (High)
Take control (high)
the rush
In for the thrill
I'm feeling sick
Yeah I'm feeling ill
I'm out for blood
I'm out to kill
I'm feeling sick
Yeah I'm feeling ill
Yeah I'm here
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
Who would I be if I took Wesley, up on his offer
Said I would be, part of the gang
Nodding my head follow him back to his pad
Who would I be (If it
bust thugs for my niggas, thug for my niggas
Thugs for my niggas, bust bloods for my niggas
Yo slugs touchin, medics will rush you
Jake dusting for
the gloves on
So when the skin touch
Shit, head rush
Red blush lipstick, she just crush a lot
But every pun pales in comparison
A joke to a jester she
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