Lyrics:
Stayed Out Tonight
By Trey Hirsh
Copyright September 11, 2013 by Trey Hirsh, cll Rights Reserved
VERSE:
Everything changed when I watched her walk
making country music
Swear to God
Aye shoutout to Jason, bruh
Aye thank y'all for listening to the- to the fucking album
Shout out to Luke, Doc in this
rock, country, blues American tales music
Hip Hop was created by the sewage and neglect
A feeling of abandonment, genocide and disrespect
Put that
And when you let me rip I'm goin in with a helmet
That's why your little brother wants to be like me
I'm surrounded by the trueness that suckers fail
Slang packs in the hood don't shot
By the sea side I don't
Serve cats nd feline
My khala warn bring round lucy
Trap hard i cant think bout booty
Nah bra
Ayo, shoutout CNN
Griselda get the blood money
I be in any hood without a pass from the opps
DA know my face, I get harrassed by the cops
They blame
seeing the hills-
Simply captured by describing as running, and fell briefly.
Must have been love, we collapsed neatly..
Eyes glowing, self seeking..
Time
the beam
This ravine cut by a stream, the honey got sweeter with a couple of stings
All the way crazy no spaces in between
Loyalty shattered like a thrown
Quest with the Questers or quest on a solo
Booming in a Benzo, Beamer or a Bronco
Boom, cack-a, boom-boom, boom, cack-a, boom
If my sight isn't seen,
hook in sight, but yet you catching jabs
Do the math
My 3rd album made the mixtapes bad
My 4th album bout to change my map and where I'm on it
Where that
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
it over to the next bandstand
For this crossbreed country music case like a stud with a Texas brand
I sang my songs in Nashville got an album in
feeling like I'm around but I'm not
Really round I said my mind up in the sky
Nd I can't come back down
I been feelin like I'm around sum luv
I been feel
a number
Add it on up to twenty-five
The joke is on you, I'm still fucking alive
Had to drive by with the beat tape up in my mind
And combined with
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
Fuck your mixtape, that shit's not (fire)
Fuck your album, that shit's not (fire)
Every time, you hear Chip drops (fire)
Touch the mic and ignite that
me on repeat
Everytime my fuckin' album drops
You can stare at the Chevy
See your face in the paint?
Rap is all I got goin'
See these tats on my hands?
If you a downer stay the fuck outside the club, ho
If you tired, wake the fuck up for the town, ho
If you brown nosed, keep your mouth closed
By any
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
been in cabs
Not alone, but with the mask, with the heat
Drop me on 42nd street, quickly
With the crackers, tell em pack it, out they pockets
Hurry
I’m at war with self
But I’m black in my own country
the fuck is I’m
Killing for
I’m back in my own company
You to accompany me
Is something I
student loans
So I grow and develop on this microphone
Smoking O's by the zone fixin put more O-Clouds in the O-zone
I rather mediate before I hate
I
student loans
So I grow and develop on this microphone
Smoking O's by the zone fixin put more O-Clouds in the O-zone
I rather mediate before I hate
I
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