Lyrics:
I'm hanging by a thread, and that's not all
I'll bite off your head
Frey'd fucking nerve endings
More badder than that
More madder than hatter
(Chorus)
The dice of death are calling
While the truck of time is falling
By the thumb stuck out on the highway of the years.
The tollgate
, shadows
A few nights later the meaning of life
I'd sussed by a quarter to four
I wrote what was said on a pad by my bed
Then went back to sleep to learn
be my light then I'll be your shadow
I'm a hand in the deep or the shallow
Stand by you at the peak or the plateau
I'll hang by you at gallows
If
bodies are blameless
You cried when we kissedIt was nothing but shadow and mist
Two illusions who touch in a trancemaking love not by choice but by
is no near
The days that separate the night
The shadows by which we'll recognise the light
Yes, it's the simple equation of black and white
in peace to all those we lost
By murder of the police damn
Don't shoot me, my nigga, it's just a book
It's probably what keeps everyone's life
End up
Ah aye, I'm, I'm ready for whatever, nigga
Butcher, yeah, ok yep, just like that
Uh huh, Griselda, nigga yo, uh
Even the FBI said the squad was
Hurby the producer ain't no joke
He always makes sure the beats are dope
When I explore I take you down to the core
Wanted by the FBI as a wicked
No one knows the
Shadows of the night
In the darkness they are flying side by side
Silent cowls are shadows of the night
No one ever saw a face
in a sleep
Following a shadow of a shadow
Held hostage in a dream
Following a shadow of a shadow
Have I ever truly loved
Does the rain and sun
in a sleep
Following a shadow of a shadow
Held hostage in a dream
Following a shadow of a shadow
Have I ever truly loved
Does the rain and sun
to send an Uber
My new bitch wanna get pieces made from my jeweler
Drive-by's with Rugers, twenty racks for the shooter
The FBI heard I can make cocaine
the block up like Rob Lowe
Bodega liquor store, I'm dead in the window
PPP symbol got FBI on lookout
Strip the dirty clothes, hit a 118 cookout
I woof
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I`ve tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I`m trippin on
And O.E. bitch
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on
And O.E. bitch
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin' on
And O.E. bitch
the power
I know we came a different way than the mayflower
All them players rentin rims and hummers
Got taught by a teacher defending columbus
New thug
Friday night
Four shadows heading for the dark
Four shadows heading for the past
Four shadows heading for the graves in the wooded maze
Four shadows
Born In A Shadow
By Invicta
Verse 1/
(I) Awakened to (a) reality
(Where) Dishonesty poisoned the truth
How can I believe (in) anything
(As a)
I’m running circles in my mind
Another day is just drifting by
It’s like a chemical, chemical
Making me sick of all, sick of all
It’s getting darker
the gallows
Runnin' from my shadow
Runnin' from my shadow
I let it rain through the sunroof
I've been parked out by the waterfront
Been going to war with
Riding 'round smoking by myself
Don't you know I do it so well
Dollar signs all on my head
Rolling solo dolo, this a trip, trip, trip
Almost forgot
by real locs
First class always, you bring a busload
You neverous when you sit in coach
I know your facade, hardcore
You hope a lot of people get
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