Lyrics

Oh he oh he oh he don't care We got method, We get em all surprised My team, oh we only the rare We got the air to end the falling right Mind on swole, you know you can feel We gonna build, we gonna build on Eyes close but you owe me a stare Sink down, some or more Another one made another line for the door Know me, know god, know war Pay your way in pain like life calls for Make em see the same light you lost James earl would've been lion in the force Go feed what you trying to the morgue Not at all anxious like you thought What you want, what you want? Flick em off, ain't the same like you are Ain't you mad, aren't you mad? Bigger dog, hide another bone, feel fed Y'all feel had, Raise your bar Pick a lane, find another woe to add Beat goes for us, ain't so bad Ain't so bad Oh he oh he oh he don't care We got method, We get em all surprised My team, oh we only the rare We got the air to end the falling right Mind on swole, you know you can feel We gonna build, we gonna build on Eyes close but you owe me a stare Dope so bane, back man go broke Bad notes, flat taste, Pass on both Next world, end game, Fresh new hope Make no mistake, bad past, Good bloke Wish that laugh his last then choke Last nights guest, Deaths hands stretched on most Watch him feast, he eats though bulk Damn that wretch, he said then croaked Witches cold hands stirring skies in the coast Devils in the night outlast old jokes Great ghosts boast and gloat when hosts While they sleep, fang gang need throat Don't you hear them siren in the boats? Drowning in the sound, That's a no go Pressure seep down in the soul Caught deep fried, Chefs kiss What you want, what you want? Flick em off, ain't the same like you are Ain't you mad, aren't you mad? Bigger dog, hide another bone, feel fed Y'all feel had, Raise your bar Pick a lane, find another woe to add Beat goes for us, ain't so bad Ain't so bad
Writer(s): Chimaroke Abuachi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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