[Verse 1: billy woods]
In my home cold come through the floor like a malevolent force
It's a war going on inside, prolly why I ain't lock the door
Buckshot hit the trespassers
Mumble somethin' after "yes massa"
My heroes? The ones who wasn't captured
Black republican after taxes, ramblin' anti-vaxxers
I observe that old adage
Washington Heights, managed a few words in Spanish
The bag was fantastic damage
Inelastic markets, smart-dumb niggas lookin like Stringer Bell in those classes
The beat massive
Me & Skech hop in hop in like car jackers, weavin' through evening traffic
Ski masks, my lips chapped, weed crumbs on my fleece jacket
As a child I picked fruit off a cactus
Now I can see my breath inside the apartment
Bears / Packers starting
My breath ragged between pulls of that dagger
[Refrain: Skech185]
What does life think?
Tried to clean it up with bottles under my sink
Your artist portion had too many ice drinks
Clearing something up every time that I blink, whoa
What do I think?
Took far too long for you to find a nice shrink
If strangers can't confirm with me their life stinks
Well I'll smell that same shit and rock the lightning, whoa
What does life think?
Tried to clean it up with bottles under my sink
Your artist portion had too many ice drinks
Clearing something up every time that I blink, whoa
What do I think?
Took far too long for you to find a nice shrink
If strangers can't confirm with me their life stinks
Well I'll smell that same shit and rock the lightning, whoa
In my home cold come through the floor like a malevolent force
It's a war going on inside, prolly why I ain't lock the door
Buckshot hit the trespassers
Mumble somethin' after "yes massa"
My heroes? The ones who wasn't captured
Black republican after taxes, ramblin' anti-vaxxers
I observe that old adage
Washington Heights, managed a few words in Spanish
The bag was fantastic damage
Inelastic markets, smart-dumb niggas lookin like Stringer Bell in those classes
The beat massive
Me & Skech hop in hop in like car jackers, weavin' through evening traffic
Ski masks, my lips chapped, weed crumbs on my fleece jacket
As a child I picked fruit off a cactus
Now I can see my breath inside the apartment
Bears / Packers starting
My breath ragged between pulls of that dagger
[Refrain: Skech185]
What does life think?
Tried to clean it up with bottles under my sink
Your artist portion had too many ice drinks
Clearing something up every time that I blink, whoa
What do I think?
Took far too long for you to find a nice shrink
If strangers can't confirm with me their life stinks
Well I'll smell that same shit and rock the lightning, whoa
What does life think?
Tried to clean it up with bottles under my sink
Your artist portion had too many ice drinks
Clearing something up every time that I blink, whoa
What do I think?
Took far too long for you to find a nice shrink
If strangers can't confirm with me their life stinks
Well I'll smell that same shit and rock the lightning, whoa
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