Lyrics:
the back
They were showing some A24 pair I'd seen
Beautiful and full of sad
And then I get so light-headed like her on the screen
Might be going mad
I didn't have to drink like Hank or smoke like Willie did
It just came natural and that's the way it is
I got a little front porch runnin' thru my
about algorithms to invite, make it viral overnight, on and on
why do we play that game spend our life in the screen insane
One day, in a summer daze,
you see on the screen
But then thinking you can recast it to keep who you need
Keep it cool, shit is cool, you don't need me to leave
Word to God
always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid
stench parfume'n hot smoke
Sip it all up and cheers to the crowd
My minds blown out in constant contrast
My bones are burning from dead hands of the past
Cause the ones and zeroes on the screen
Don't seem to meet as much to me
I guess it's just my nature
Lasers bounce my soul
From satellites onto the phone
and she mumbled and spoke
I couldn't understand, it's like she wanted to choke
It sounded like she said she didn't have nothin to smoke
I pulled my stick
a crib, got a spot, you could come by
Got the smoke that have you faded off of one try
She got them soft legs, she got them plump thighs
And a bathing
tongue
Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke
Stomp music seriously yeah
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Can't
the Belfort and the [Martin Luther]King, Europeans with the screens.
Bigga fo tank, everything cash
Glass pop red throw the wood in the dash.
Mashin
in my ear, the advisory I can see
Voices whisper clear, smoke another ST
So I do, I fire it up, round one round two, now I'm lifted up
Three, four can
catch me up in sitcoms and big screens
[Hook]
[Z-Ro]
When I roll, I roll one deep
I never stop wrecking, these H-Town streets
And ain't nobody holding
bang with my steel
And feel hunger pains in me still
I hit the front line with my ammo and my canteen
Basketball and tennis shoes as a sand screen
Screen cappin', playin' games
I've had it, officially!
The bitch tried to really really come for me!
He crossed me like the River Styx
But the sex was
bars where you can eat and drink
Noisy clubs where you can't
Hear yourself think
Every pub's got a plasma screen
Every club opens for under eighteens
don't complain, I'm woke, I wait
A total focused soldier, wrote the Art of War, know every page
I'm numb to all the dumbness, smoke tobacco laced with
Something's got a hold of me
I'm so addicted to the sound
Brain washed by the battle screen
It's got me tied down to the ground
And so you
ready?) I'm ready to go
Toking like a smoke stack, blazing away
Spinning like a dynamo, we're ready to go
(Are you ready?) I'm 'bout to explode, yeah
the gun smoke
But that ain't what we on right now so let's toast
From the coast of the gold spokes and the silver screen
Game sharp as guillotine since days
stay on his screen (yeah)
Pretty bitch (ayy)
Yeah, he know that I'm with the shits
My friend got a nigga and trickin' your nigga
But I really ain't
Painted faces fill up every screen
Silly spinning marvelous machine
And once again once again
Rope a dope, bait and switch
Smoke and mirrors full
dreams ghetto schemes
Pull up on the scene, big cop of codeine
Six inch screens sticky green, I keep's my endo
Catch me in your hood, looking good doing
on the eagle
They took the sex off your screen
Thank God the pill's illegal
I'll be a dad at fourteen
It's the spirit of 2009
We're still waiting for the water
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