Tekst Utworu

Torpedo, tore pedo-philes Bodies open, glory hole War hero, pure ego Stinger aimed at my own head, Scorpio, poor negro Oreo, black and white Clash for cream, that's how the story told You're Neo, living in this 4D show Money is the only lord we know Father, son spirit is the core trio Wrapped in one burrito, less we think, more we know Dark horse from the source below This the preview before we go I been living in a nightmare Really could've died there Villains never fight fair Since a little nigga sitting in my high chair Gifted in the mind yet inflicted with a nightmare Give a nigga white hairs Prisoner of my fears wish I had a nickel for the inches in a lightyear Get me out this nightmare What if you got molested and blacked it out The mind of a child blocks the traumatic out I never had a doubt, I got a scholarship to college And gave it back 'cause I'd rather have the cash amount The way that young nigga read made a massa shout Tried to hang me I climbed the rope and unraveled out When the shepherd talks, silence all the lambs Muffling the Murcielago with my hands With the posture of a lion when it stands Anatomically I'm an anomaly of man G's increase with iron in my pants Salivary glands spit hot fire in the pan Handle it, soloist, violence with hands God is a theory you gotta die to innerstand Make a window to hell with fire in the sand Look inside and see the sky above Japan In a nightmare Really could've died there Villains never fight fair Since a little nigga sitting in my high chair Gifted in the mind yet inflicted with a nightmare Give a nigga white hairs Prisoner of my fears wish I had a nickel for the inches in a lightyear Get me out this nightmare
Writer(s): Cameron Carbone, Erik Stephens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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