Lyrics: Will Griffin
Music: Will Griffin
Straight shot meal was on the table need mine carry out
Know to wash my hands after the film the shit was paramount
Staring on the couch
I guess I got some shit to care about I’m fed with the ways excuse of getting thru a faze
Pull up on the stage and I came with every thing I gave
They hearts be done caved in
pitch fork arch over the grave dig
Brace for that vein pinch
Shit different when the pain hit
Novacane the brain twitch
Try and translate the language until make sense to mass generations
The sleeze get contagious I can’t make this shit up like a face to a book
Face you a wood
Thts prolly what you should do
Pieces to a puzzle face in a muzzle
Can’t shake it be patient
Making the wrong moves like speed dating
Seek faith but ion preach to a lame before that Id put some bleach to ya stain
We not the same cuz yall just care about the money and fame
Approach was a lil different came with a superstitious vision
Hmmm.
Built different
Nigga youssa stool pidgin
Stuck up in the pool pit the cops caught you like hopscotch
Fried pork like top notch dropped em back off on the ops block
Scurrt off quick ahh ahh nigga tryna up the sco
Seen the shit thru a telescope won’t say a lie but I may just tell a joke nigga we smoke niggas
Turn a cold shoulder local dope dealers
Freeze
Raise temperatures agelic
Solo trips to Manchester
Hold the can as a relic
Ice cold beverage
I pressed know he prolly never said shit
It’s like he entered just before he exit I’m on the next shit
I’m on my next shift