[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Three, three in the morning I'm on a roll (Roll)
Pushing through block to block with heat (Heat)
Many tell me I need to go home (Home)
But I can't get away from the streets (Streets)
Three in the morning I'm on a roll (Roll)
Pushing through block to block with heat (Heat)
Many tell me I need to go home (Home)
But I can't get away from the streets (Streets)
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Been in a liquor bottle for days (Days)
Thinking 'bout life and I wanna take mine (Take mine)
Sick of working for minimum wage
I'm about to walk up in the building with heat in my waistline
Tried to get a better fan with this rap
I don't wanna keep on coming through another window with Macs
Telling everybody "Hit the ground face down or be clacked"
I don't really wanna have to go through anothеr night just like that
I mean, Monday, Tuesday, Wеdnesday, riding
Only got a little bit of small bucks, kill 'em all up, Bin Laden
Drink it all up by Thursday, by Friday I'm hopping
Up in somebody else window for Nintendo's I'm shopping (Gang gang)
They finally found me up in a dump looking for some food
I ain't ate in weeks and I'm sorry, it seem I'm being rude
Man up in the alley is me instead of my living room
Pushing again to the edge, I'm off the ledge, it's my interlude
I'm a danger to the whole wide world (Jóse)
They tell me I was different, told 'em "Yeah, you fucking right" (Shit)
I dream of redrum when I be sleeping, man
You think that I was tweaking when this feeling keep me up all night
We live in dark days with the blinds closed
Nobody wanna creep and so I'm sleeping with my eyes open
The whole wide world going Brainsick
When you see that shit you gon' wish that I'm joking
Three, three in the morning I'm on a roll (Roll)
Pushing through block to block with heat (Heat)
Many tell me I need to go home (Home)
But I can't get away from the streets (Streets)
Three in the morning I'm on a roll (Roll)
Pushing through block to block with heat (Heat)
Many tell me I need to go home (Home)
But I can't get away from the streets (Streets)
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Been in a liquor bottle for days (Days)
Thinking 'bout life and I wanna take mine (Take mine)
Sick of working for minimum wage
I'm about to walk up in the building with heat in my waistline
Tried to get a better fan with this rap
I don't wanna keep on coming through another window with Macs
Telling everybody "Hit the ground face down or be clacked"
I don't really wanna have to go through anothеr night just like that
I mean, Monday, Tuesday, Wеdnesday, riding
Only got a little bit of small bucks, kill 'em all up, Bin Laden
Drink it all up by Thursday, by Friday I'm hopping
Up in somebody else window for Nintendo's I'm shopping (Gang gang)
They finally found me up in a dump looking for some food
I ain't ate in weeks and I'm sorry, it seem I'm being rude
Man up in the alley is me instead of my living room
Pushing again to the edge, I'm off the ledge, it's my interlude
I'm a danger to the whole wide world (Jóse)
They tell me I was different, told 'em "Yeah, you fucking right" (Shit)
I dream of redrum when I be sleeping, man
You think that I was tweaking when this feeling keep me up all night
We live in dark days with the blinds closed
Nobody wanna creep and so I'm sleeping with my eyes open
The whole wide world going Brainsick
When you see that shit you gon' wish that I'm joking
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