Lyrics:
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
To touch the world unseen T
o see the Sun
Wipe away that face of grey
Rejoice! Have some fun
Fill your lungs with the smoke of wisdom
Let it take you
a million decibels
My lungs heavy as a pool
Quit watching the news
Niggas starting making news
Had to make a fucking move
Shake the city up
Had me in
I was born into empire. Slave state. Built by the hands and shredded red backs, of black and brown brought here by another. Shockwaves felt from
Chains, cells learn to love pain.
Chains, cells
Chains, cells, learn to love torture.
Decomposition inside my lungs. Food for rats and flies.
Affliction
Dope inside my lungs
CEO I walk in, youngest one in charge
Yæ ugh
I rock Chrome Hearts
Still gotta cold heart
Just cause I rock these Rick Owen's, don't
the bastards know
Their being used and abused
By the gods in the three piece suits
In the flat black room
On the mirrors flip side Rip tide
Off the hook
black and white từ trên nhìn xuống đầu anh bổ luống
Triple D chơi cháy cả máy (cháy cả máy)
Những khuôn mặt lung linh mới cất lên
Em cứ uống cho đã còn để
identifies with you this ain't Kuwait
The average man can only afford to roll a in a little ford
Or a jet black Honda Accord
And as for the youth that's
pon me belly with a black Ingram
Pon the hill, put the white house like Washington
Watch dem a speculate a wonder how me pocket tan
Six object Mill,
There was no moon black sky on the night
I jumped from the bridge toward the river
I swear, I saw silver star light
On the water's surface,
across the carcus that our love grew.
Tonight black feathers float from the sky like it's raining lies.
Tonight my lungs are hanging from a telephone wire,
the West Coast wind
If heaven is anywhere
90's hits at the top of our lungs
Shuffle landed on Still the One
Missing turns 'cause that's our song
If
to purge
See the world is yours and it ain't hard to tell
Look up in the sky, you can start to smell
Smoke in the air, smoke smoke in the lung
Nobody
a sea of black.
Their voices low,
Trembling for blood to drink.
And what they know
Of a deep that cries to
Deep in the night,
The night oh they
machine.
The vapor in my lungs represents my broken dreams,
Now what have you left to destroy?
I'm reborn from isolation.
Flashing your eyes, offer
your cheeks
Eyes in black suns direction
Feet burning insects stinging
Sweat soaked yellow shroud
Breathless protection
Daggers where the eyes
Yeah I need meaning
As much as I need air to fill these old lungs of mine
I didn't notice but I've been holding my breath as long as I've been
his fucking left lung
With my box-cutter I'm'a cut his eyes wide
And put broken pieces of mirror replacing both his eyes
Got a demon inside, that's been
attempting to front on him [yo]
Got so close to money's face looked like he put his toungue on him
Blew the blunt on him, swung on him, spit a lung on him
some lung
Don't know how its goin, Yungstars still flowin
Flippin with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin
See that boy me and Poo
He's steady
Limited decours like
That ain't what the whores like
They love Gillie I ain't writin the checks
Black out at the Phillies' game jewelry light up the Vet
at
Now where the brews, and the drugs at?
Corrupt cats kept slug hats
Asked the feds where the bugs at
Puff with the dread, cause I puff black
High,
I am the unclean
The black drop at the bottom of your cup
You'd better drink or throw me up
'Cause I am on your lip and tongue
God
I'm not yours
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