Letras
Drowned inside
The lake outside
The wave flow
And this I know
I got 100 on my dash, got 200 in my drum
Name a nigga, grab bags, put my Bible in the trunk
Taaka vodka on the top of my binocular, I'm drunk
How come I can make them popular, pop em' when I want
See I'm livin' with anxiety, duckin' the sobriety
Fuckin' up the system, I ain't fuckin' with society
Justice ain't free, therefore justice ain't me
So I justify his name on obituary
Why you wanna see a good man with a broken heart?
Once upon a time I used to go to church and talk to God
Now I'm thinkin' to myself, hollow tips is all I got
Now I'm drinkin' by myself, at the intersection, parked
Watch you when you walk inside your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan on creeping through your fuckin' door and Blowin' out
Every piece of your brain until your son jump in your Arms
Cut on the engine, then sped off in the rain, I'm gone
1, 2, 1, 2, One
Ish is vivid with vernacular, spectacular I'm crunk
Living out of trash bags, chilling in the bottom bunk
Left-right, left-right
When we drill, we move as one
Can't fail, I'm never done
Never timid
Ballistic Windows tinted
I'm not a blunt
Percy miller no limit
Every record unfinished
Your end is a new beginning
Levitate, elevated, Ishmael's headed to Sun
Worth exceeding any sum
Still will be my mamas son
No more wilding in the slums
No more
Deranged strange
Struggle to maintain
No more
Projecting pain
No more
Blocked brain, No more
Coppers, Helicopters, and swatt
Adding lincs to the chain gang, No more
Kids detain, No more
Dying in vain, No more
Sleeping by stove and open flame
Add another poverty stain, No more