Purple Lights Omen

[Produced by: Omen & Ron Gilmore]

[Intro]
Ooh give me that
Ooh give me that

[Verse 1]
When the night time came I was plotting out flows
Poking hard, they're feeling bitter as I'm chopping down hoes
She's fireman, finna drop down poles
Shaq in his prime as I'm knocking down goals
Riding on the F-train, headed to the city
All up in Jamaica, Queens, looking for some titties
Always in the friend zone, tell you all the stories
Stories I depend on
Pussy get me high, get me trunk and I been gone
Got your hips on the floor, grip on your throat
Got your lips on my chord, through this bliss I just pour
Stress and express
Working three jobs, can a king manifest
Something better for myself, the only thing that help
You the one I depend on
Tired of being broke, putting change in the coinstar
Think I lost my mind, I done been gone
Back up in the Chi sorta feeling like I failed
Turn Down King took a turn down hill
Grown ass man back living with his grandma
When the tour stops, life on standby
Finna disappear, disappear like Field Mob
Had a bitch tell me that I need a real job
Swear that shit stung, act like I ignore it
You got me figures out, then let me here the story?
Eventually I see through the fog
Preserve like the sun and the stars
I said too much, see I'm way too revealing
Laying in your bedroom, sexual healing
Call it hollistic, it seems sorta mystic
Life of a gypsy, my dick get autistic
Drawing in your skin tone, it's only that one I depend on