Lyrics:
my tomorrows won't save me today
High heels clippin' like clattering cans
You'll find the mark in the shadow of a man
I've been wronged by my wrongs
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
Town clock echo splits the night,
The witching hour moves even closer to the brink of time that is at hand.
Sound of heels
I makes green backs of mean tracks
it seems that life ain't nuttin but phat cars
and green stack 2 storeys high
I wouldn't want to die
I ain't been before, I've tasted high school hallway floors my face met many locker doors, I really left my mark... Feeling bitter, uninspired, I
worshipped the beast and his mark, went to war and bled
They didn't have the seal of god up in their forehead
I'm laying my life on the altar, inspired by
the barracks checkin in
Mark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial
Smokin hay that bite shit like microchips
I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom
When
time
Cause many rhyme
But a lemon ain't a lime
And I don't falsify to get by
You must be more than herbally high
To verbally comply
To my vocal range
I
Oh to be like Blue
Lying by the fire, everything is new
Waiting by the door if there's a walk in store
A squirrel to chase around the frozen glen
couple burners on standby
In case these niggas wanna play old
School like a drive by
Think the weed got me too high
Pass the blunt to the homie then
I'm
Welcome to the chop street
Dead bodies hanging by they feet
You see this demon when I walk
You hear this evil when I speak
Mark of the beast
When I
touched by anyone
Dear God
My mother's legs throb bad
Ma religiously rubs ointments on them
Like she is scrubbing grime from her bathtub
She repeatedly
Just as sad as the track marks are
That made a donkey out of your high horse
them take action and try to stop this, nonsense,
Crying alert and trying to feed, never thought I'd wake up to see
The mark of the beast, but I did
Tortured by my everyday surroundings
Ease imprisoned by everything around me
Branded and I got the marks to show it
Misunderstanded now everybody
Wings of the night
Has turned light into shadows
And through the deep forest
Only the mist prevails
Carried forth by the whispering wind
blood bought
I’m redeemed with Grace
I’ve been empowered by His spirit
Imma win my race
I’m flying high and I’ll never land
I got that joy that they
dominate the post, the mids and strike from long range
Domineer the domain, profiteering from profits that my strong arm attain
Cursed with the mark of cain,
it fly by
She was cool back in high school but she hot now
Hot gul make it pop gul make it drop gul
She just mad cause ya ass real and it’s not hers
Ah
arguably the hardest mark on artistry
Probably opting for a proper lobotomy
It's the only option to foresee the things I'm thinking as a prodigy
How you
mind unwinds
Feeling like a nobody on the inside
Cuz ain't nobody letting you in by their side
Man it's a damn roller coaster we ride
But somehow life
Or passing by
My back be tired, My raps be fire
Got desire
But then I tend to lose it
I can't keep my khakis ironed
But when my temper is high, It's Semper Fi
coaster ride
Don't worry if you slide, I got four wheel drive
When I glide down Interstate 95
Heard additional miles heading for the high
With my halogen
Planting down my seed in the spring ima gardener
Baby do the bad and be crime to my partner sly
Summertime vibes an the breeze goin by
Leaves on the trees
Do them all in one night
And pass out in the floor
Wake up at 7 am still high
From the night before
My life should've ended
By the time I hit line four
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