Lyrics:
Violin
Surrounded by a 1000 angry souls screaming in silence
These heathen and tyrants
Concede from the seeds
Of greed
Evil and violence
I don't wanna
phone
I don't feel and I feel great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state
can I leave
Cause you got what I need
You got what I need
I don't want no drama baby, I don't want no scandals
I just wanna chill with you, And grip
more
It's shiny red like the sheets on my bed
It might turn a head or two
It's no mystery the man's history
And I'm ready for something new
Well
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he
In the same tracksuit i ain't showed in days so don't talk about im peng
If you think im ever gonna stop
Best know thats never gonna happen
Im
this land
That's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina
I keeps her wherever I go,
been alright, yeah
I been alright
And I don’t ever think about the day that I stop
Cause does it really exist, I’m afraid it does not, yeah
I been
inevitable, by myself with nowhere left to go
These bridges keep burning, but I don't plan on running out of fuel
Resorted to the last thing I thought I would
round by the fire
Play body, body as our hearts desire
Or flashlight tag
These are the moments that last
I called an old friend yesterday
Just to see
shit I don't mean
But, girl, we know that's what words do
Words do
Your body says it first, (your body says it first)
So when you open up your lips
lint in they pockets
Think I'm the plug because I'm close to the socket
Guns with extensions get popped in your noggin
Remember CrashBox when I was
Dirty jeans, I've seen all the painted queens
Tasting like red wine on a summer day
Yeah
You, you just might read this book
By it's cover, baby
the car and walk up we don't do no drive by's
Niggas dissing on the net but I'm not tryna high side
I'm tryna pull up on his ass and let them bullets fly by
I seen your true colors
Low down dirty lying cheat bitch ass mufuckfa
I seen your true colors
Ain't saying I don't mistakes but I really don't trust
I know you don't know much about me
I don't know much about you (Would you be my)
I'm thinking of what we might be
Planning out what we might do
Why
might pay?
Is it simply a game
For a rich young boy to play?
The colors of the worlds
Are changing day by day
Red, the blood of angry men!
Black
I'm a dawg I don't bite
Unless you say It's alright
Let me know tonight
Pro Club looking clean
Keep this shit all white
I might make it red
If you say
got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She don't care
Don't know why she's riding so high
She gotta think twice, she ought do right by me
the junkyard on it
The 26's up on it and Boocu bitches up on it
What kinda motor up in it think it can f**k with that Hemi
I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your
i've told you
Speak too much get hit by the evil eye don't say that I didn't warn you
Manifesting's louder than thoughts just chase your dreams and don't
Don't play in these streets before you turn into a target (boom, boom, boom)
You could think you crazy but my shorties get retarded
If I call up CCB,
I got fooled by a ho
Never knew they made them cold like that oh no
She is a demon dripped in gold
I got fooled by a troll
Man I think I'm going
to watch it on T.V.
[Chorus]
See I don't think it would even matter (to me)
Woking a nine to (five) would it be better
I mean be honest, would you
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