Lyrics:
understand
Like falling leaves
From the sky we'd never touch the ground Why dare to shovel dreams that we have found Tired of being gagged and bound
from here
Funk Volume (volume, volume)
Who's bringing the flavor to your ear
Which one of you ladies gon make it disappear (disappear)
Who got
INTO OVLIVION
THE DESIRE
TO CONQUER
BOUND TO LEAD
INTO OVLIVION
INSPIRED BY
A PHYLOSOPHY
T REDEEM
FOREVER LASTING
HIERARCHY
INSPIRED BY
A PHYLOSOPHY
A hierarchy
Spread out on the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut
A cracking
A hierarchy
Spread out on the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut
A cracking
Blunts in rotation smoking volume shit so loud, loud
The smoke that we make makes it hard to see the crowd, crowd
Police on scene asking us to turn
It's not often that
Often that I found
Someone to keep up with
I think our ties were bound
It's not often that
Often that I found
Take a walk into my
Cause I am the fucking boy
Hierarchies of pain
I come to end their reign
I bring a war like Troy
They call me the fucking boy
I want to tear down this
Never
To never rise above
Always begging for the love
Of a wretched system that will never fucking love you back
Dethroning hierarchy
Chop their heads
make it out untouched
Always manage to deny your peace
Highest in the hierarchy
You going down for the count like five four three
Lot of demons I'm
day is spent in servitude
Stay bound in the hierarchy of information
In becoming an ascendant of the knowledge we will be one with our fears
Merging
A hierarchy
Spread out upon the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut
A cracking
A hierarchy
Spread out upon the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut
A cracking
A hierarchy
Spread out upon the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut
A cracking
A hierarchy
Spread out upon the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut
A cracking
A hierarchy
Spread out upon the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut
A cracking
with this I'm not pretentious
I do what I do cuz I'm in love with it know if I see it through long enough certainly I'm Bound to win
Don't mean I don't
that you get
in the corner drugstore for a dollar ninety-eight
We're Morocco bound
Or, like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in
the corner drugstore for a dollar ninety-eight
We're Morocco bound
Or, like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in the
Department store at Christmas
that you get
In the corner drugstore for a dollar ninety-eight
We're Morocco bound
Or, like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in
the corner drugstore for a dollar ninety-eight
We're Morocco bound
Or, like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in the
Department store at Christmas
that you get
in the corner drugstore for a dollar ninety-eight
We're Morocco bound
Or, like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in
It’s Mr Young Roqit
Volume on thirty
Every time that I slide through
Bitch made
Look away
every time that I eye you
Hunnid hounds
Ready to bark
I’m gonna come around
You know I’ll be whiskey bound
I should have walked away
I gotta get you back some day
Turn the volume up to ten
Roll down
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