[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
Scheming on a watch, dreaming on a yacht
Background sounds of ones jingling from out the slot
Thinking on a plot, drown my face until the bar close
Two months late on the rent plus the car note
We all purchase, man without a purpose
Wood circle wrapped in velvet
While I watch the chips slide across the surface
Cards on the table, watch the facial expressions turning nervous
(Uh) All I want is a taste
Got dealt a nine and doubled down, all I need is an Ace
Seem like the bottom of the bucket is my home base
Born to lose while I watch the work circling the room
Bitches pass, I get a whiff of the perfume
It's like I'm laying with my back on the street
A little money get me back on my feet
Sit at the table put me back on my seat
Digging in my pocket all I felt was my jeans
[Verse 2: Evidence]
How I paint it
Dim light, dark pic, I was slumming and my love is tainted
The edge is rough and covered up when I frame it
Base it, I called it dream and others chase it
Its a pine box and nine lives crossed up like weed strands
Crossed like cross hairs, cost, his keys paid
Special ops on the scene he's a bee caves
Attach the honey, keep my money in the briefcase
(I walked in the casino) With not a comp
For me, that's nothing when I'm easing to get lost
The seasons nothing when I'm feeling grim
Peep as they dealing him, knowing I am not yet boss
It's a ceiling I do not get, often when it adds up
Coughing when they roll the dice, lough in, I am bad luck
In Vegas too playing Miles Davis' Bitches Brew
Same day but the wish is new
Scheming on a watch, dreaming on a yacht
Background sounds of ones jingling from out the slot
Thinking on a plot, drown my face until the bar close
Two months late on the rent plus the car note
We all purchase, man without a purpose
Wood circle wrapped in velvet
While I watch the chips slide across the surface
Cards on the table, watch the facial expressions turning nervous
(Uh) All I want is a taste
Got dealt a nine and doubled down, all I need is an Ace
Seem like the bottom of the bucket is my home base
Born to lose while I watch the work circling the room
Bitches pass, I get a whiff of the perfume
It's like I'm laying with my back on the street
A little money get me back on my feet
Sit at the table put me back on my seat
Digging in my pocket all I felt was my jeans
[Verse 2: Evidence]
How I paint it
Dim light, dark pic, I was slumming and my love is tainted
The edge is rough and covered up when I frame it
Base it, I called it dream and others chase it
Its a pine box and nine lives crossed up like weed strands
Crossed like cross hairs, cost, his keys paid
Special ops on the scene he's a bee caves
Attach the honey, keep my money in the briefcase
(I walked in the casino) With not a comp
For me, that's nothing when I'm easing to get lost
The seasons nothing when I'm feeling grim
Peep as they dealing him, knowing I am not yet boss
It's a ceiling I do not get, often when it adds up
Coughing when they roll the dice, lough in, I am bad luck
In Vegas too playing Miles Davis' Bitches Brew
Same day but the wish is new
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