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Trouble At HQ
by Oryah
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Not an "i" in team, but there's an eye in me
Reached the higher me, the weak desire peace
Everyone fire, leaving thunder sounds
Thunder clouds rain on parade
Muddy path, pave sunny days
Hundreds getting payed, off my name
Hundreds getting saved, in a daze
Leave a bloody path, if the money fast
We been on the road, barely touched the streets
Pockets full of gold, carried to a shrink
Time pass by, check the hourglass
Flag wave high, but it never sink
Shoulda hit the gym, if you not built to swim
Probably hit a lick, spend it on a bitch
Gotta watch your chick, she be taking pics
Leave you for the half, probably take the kids
We been on the road, barely touched the streets
Pockets full of gold, carried to a shrink
Out of loop with the times
Excuses are piling bout
Why my head in the sky blue?
The truth in disguise
Seek truth in the lies
Smoke too for my mind, but
No ups when I'm high
No love when I die
Family been penny pinching
My vision is often vivid
With image of iffy friendships
And bitches with bad intentions
The reaper my only witness
My peace of mind nonexistent
Inside I'm lonely and desperate
Seek suicide as an exit
Not an "i" in team, but there's an eye in me
Reached the higher me, the weak desire peace
Everyone fire, leaving thunder sounds
Thunder clouds rain on parade
Muddy path, pave sunny days
Hundreds getting payed, off my name
Hundreds getting saved, in a daze
Leave a bloody path, if the money fast
We been on the road, barely touched the streets
Pockets full of gold, carried to a shrink
Time pass by, check the hourglass
Flag wave high, but it never sink
Shoulda hit the gym, if you not built to swim
Probably hit a lick, spend it on a bitch
Gotta watch your chick, she be taking pics
Leave you for the half, probably take the kids
We been on the road, barely touched the streets
Pockets full of gold, carried to a shrink
Out of loop with the times
Excuses are piling bout
Why my head in the sky blue?
The truth in disguise
Seek truth in the lies
Smoke too for my mind, but
No ups when I'm high
No love when I die
Family been penny pinching
My vision is often vivid
With image of iffy friendships
And bitches with bad intentions
The reaper my only witness
My peace of mind nonexistent
Inside I'm lonely and desperate
Seek suicide as an exit
