Houdini billy woods & kenny segal
"Houdini" by billy woods & kenny segal, released in 2020, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of identity, struggle, and the search for freedom. The lyrics reflect on personal and societal challenges, using clever wordplay and vivid imagery. The unique production blends atmospheric beats with intricate rhythms, creating a haunting yet engaging soundscape that resonates with listeners. The song's introspective nature and innovative style contribute to its cultural significance within contemporary hip-hop.
[Intro]
We're gonna need more weed, I can tell you that
[Verse 1]
Day off, big vibes
Big ideas, still have to kick the tires
The kick was wide, time expired
I fell out, wasn't even tired
That's why I don't even really mess with OG, but this one taste like fresh papaya
If the spot got a grill, you know I'm working the fire
If it's cool in the shade, I'ma chill
If it's cool with you, I'ma hit my supplier
If it's any beef, today a good day for a ceasefire
Or, if not, creep, shoot to kill, hit or miss, get a good night's sleep 'cause now it's gon' be on for real
I'm at a Costco in the midwest with a pocket full of small bills
Foldеd like tacos, barato
El Chapo when it's time to hеad for the hills
Gazpacho on the veranda, trust me I know it's hot in the fields
Jimmy Wopo draped over his steering wheel
[Chorus]
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day
We're gonna need more weed, I can tell you that
[Verse 1]
Day off, big vibes
Big ideas, still have to kick the tires
The kick was wide, time expired
I fell out, wasn't even tired
That's why I don't even really mess with OG, but this one taste like fresh papaya
If the spot got a grill, you know I'm working the fire
If it's cool in the shade, I'ma chill
If it's cool with you, I'ma hit my supplier
If it's any beef, today a good day for a ceasefire
Or, if not, creep, shoot to kill, hit or miss, get a good night's sleep 'cause now it's gon' be on for real
I'm at a Costco in the midwest with a pocket full of small bills
Foldеd like tacos, barato
El Chapo when it's time to hеad for the hills
Gazpacho on the veranda, trust me I know it's hot in the fields
Jimmy Wopo draped over his steering wheel
[Chorus]
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day, I escaped
I was high all day
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