Mental Clarity Is a Luxury I Can't Afford歌词
作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.
I'm a G-R-E-Y-B-O-Y
Whole gang 5-9 and that's till we die
W-E-T-T-O, cut throat
Snort an M30, mane, your gang don't want the smoke
Still pissed at my daddy that he nutted in my momma
Crashing 911s, boy, I'm feeling like Osama
Underground Obama, my .44 give a speech
If that's what they call high, then I'm ****ing out of reach
Arnold Palmer with the Wok on the Eastern Bloc
In my purse I keep a mini-Glock, hoping that they try
Skip off, singing la-di-da, while their body rot
In the Hemi, how you like me now? Reaper screaming stop!
120 months, 10 years independent
Divide that by a hundred mill', the price for my appearance
Dollar sign, no clearance
The B now stands for business
**** the industry 'cause G59 is for the children
Hit 95 down I-10, heading downtown
Shawty sitting shotty, got the pipe lit
Six lanes swerving, she concerned about my driving
Blow out the smoke, she know the acid make my eye spin, yeah
Took the chop exit off of Rainbow Road
Saw the smoke from the hood, but no, that ain't no ghost
So I pulled the **** over to watch the Range Rover glow
Laughing as I watch it burn, but no, that ain't no joke
I got the keys now
I do what I please now
I can feel that breeze now
But when the wind picks up again, I'll be ready
I hold my own weight, I'm heavy
I broke the levees, I'm responsible for the endless flood
Forest fires, earthquakes, and an avalanche of ****ing mud
Alias known as plague, I **** shit up then shrug and walk away
A trail of chaos, loss, and pain
I'll bite the dust and spit out stains
I'm a G-R-E-Y-B-O-Y
Whole gang 5-9 and that's till we die
W-E-T-T-O, cut throat
Snort an M30, mane, your gang don't want the smoke
Still pissed at my daddy that he nutted in my momma
Crashing 911s, boy, I'm feeling like Osama
Underground Obama, my .44 give a speech
If that's what they call high, then I'm ****ing out of reach
Arnold Palmer with the Wok on the Eastern Bloc
In my purse I keep a mini-Glock, hoping that they try
Skip off, singing la-di-da, while their body rot
In the Hemi, how you like me now? Reaper screaming stop!
120 months, 10 years independent
Divide that by a hundred mill', the price for my appearance
Dollar sign, no clearance
The B now stands for business
**** the industry 'cause G59 is for the children
Hit 95 down I-10, heading downtown
Shawty sitting shotty, got the pipe lit
Six lanes swerving, she concerned about my driving
Blow out the smoke, she know the acid make my eye spin, yeah
Took the chop exit off of Rainbow Road
Saw the smoke from the hood, but no, that ain't no ghost
So I pulled the **** over to watch the Range Rover glow
Laughing as I watch it burn, but no, that ain't no joke
I got the keys now
I do what I please now
I can feel that breeze now
But when the wind picks up again, I'll be ready
I hold my own weight, I'm heavy
I broke the levees, I'm responsible for the endless flood
Forest fires, earthquakes, and an avalanche of ****ing mud
Alias known as plague, I **** shit up then shrug and walk away
A trail of chaos, loss, and pain
I'll bite the dust and spit out stains
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