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Diamonds
by Ryan Kyle
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Smoking on some shit that they know, yeah
Smoking on some shit that ain’t no average cabbage
I just want lady who ain’t got no baggage
Try to pull me out the studio my arms are dragging
On the floor
Like a J-Lo song
Throw on Cypress Hill, take hits from the bong
This that summer sound
Keep them 5.56 rounds around
Talkin‘ home defense
Music is a Home invader
I breathe marijuana like it’s oxygen
Mind sick full of vile sin and these violins
Hotline go head and dial in
Often times I’m smiling
Often times I’m wilding
Often times I’m the opposite
Have a goal but I never accomplish it
On the fence like Urine on a Roadtrip stop and piss
Got knowledge like I’m Socrates
Mess with me I break your knees
Don’t you ever try to compare, we live life at different speeds
Different poles of the globe
Different Roads that we travel
Same words, same Babel
New cattle for the cannon fodder
New laws in place, that could be your daughter
On the frontline, like a broke clock I unwind
And I Kick my shoes off
Who thought, that things would end up like this
Master with the pen I write down words, think I’ll mic this
Beat it up, nightstick
Give a lady nice dick
Long pipe
Leave the pussy like a white walker from the long night...Dead, ha
Think enough said
My hand is like French restaurant’s appetizer, full of baguettes
Sike I don’t wear no diamonds
I’m Talking debt or death
I’m not finna go in the hole like a scared miner
I already got a soulmate, I know where to find her
In my lungs, it’s enough, yeah it’s all love
In my lungs, it’s enough, yeah it’s all love
Smoking on some shit that they know, yeah
Smoking on some shit that ain’t no average cabbage
I just want lady who ain’t got no baggage
Try to pull me out the studio my arms are dragging
On the floor
Like a J-Lo song
Throw on Cypress Hill, take hits from the bong
This that summer sound
Keep them 5.56 rounds around
Talkin‘ home defense
Music is a Home invader
I breathe marijuana like it’s oxygen
Mind sick full of vile sin and these violins
Hotline go head and dial in
Often times I’m smiling
Often times I’m wilding
Often times I’m the opposite
Have a goal but I never accomplish it
On the fence like Urine on a Roadtrip stop and piss
Got knowledge like I’m Socrates
Mess with me I break your knees
Don’t you ever try to compare, we live life at different speeds
Different poles of the globe
Different Roads that we travel
Same words, same Babel
New cattle for the cannon fodder
New laws in place, that could be your daughter
On the frontline, like a broke clock I unwind
And I Kick my shoes off
Who thought, that things would end up like this
Master with the pen I write down words, think I’ll mic this
Beat it up, nightstick
Give a lady nice dick
Long pipe
Leave the pussy like a white walker from the long night...Dead, ha
Think enough said
My hand is like French restaurant’s appetizer, full of baguettes
Sike I don’t wear no diamonds
I’m Talking debt or death
I’m not finna go in the hole like a scared miner
I already got a soulmate, I know where to find her
In my lungs, it’s enough, yeah it’s all love
In my lungs, it’s enough, yeah it’s all love