mourning star (feat. bushido browneye)

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Go to St Louis and let my chain hang low
Canary yellow diamonds mixed with rose gold
Go to St Louis and let my chain hang low
Canary yellow diamonds mixed with rose gold
Go to St Louis and let my chain hang low
Canary yellow diamonds mixed with rose gold
Go to St Louis and let my chain hang low
Canary yellow diamonds mixed with rose
Uh, left him breathless where his heart directed
Catch me outside chilling, with my own Confessions
Bones feeling shaky, puffing spliffs and the Cigars
Trench coat season, I'm like Trevor with the Mourning Star
Just the type to set you up, then say I haven't seen you lately
Chess movies only, tell em you acted bravly
Cold case with it, moving prices like you shady
Grimy for a reason, but only remember vaguely
World full of evils, I'm the lesser of two
Never trust a business man, that's a lesson on You
Always been a villain, gotta a couple lose screws
Put my mask on and terrorize the world like Victor Von Doom
And it's okay, i'll probably idolize the bad guys
Cause the good guys tell way to many lies
Spies in disguise, catch me lurking with the snake eyes
It's unwise to play me by surprise
Go to St Louis and let my chain hang low
Canary yellow diamonds mixed with rose gold
Go to St Louis and let my chain hang low
Canary yellow diamonds mixed with rose gold
Go to St Louis and let my chain hang low
Canary yellow diamonds mixed with rose gold
Go to St Louis and let my chain hang low
Canary yellow diamonds mixed with rose
Frustrated attack patterns, mash buttons to the game
Out of gold Tokens so I can't save a dame
Wrist snap chains, that pose to bound the frame
And the spit conjure flames
I'm flipping over cushions and scrambling for Some change
Postpone a plate to make moves on an 8th, Momma seeing bones through my face
So plug ya headphones and hear the rumbles and Aches, a nigga stomach can make
I feel enslaved in my own space, niggas caged in That homepage
Only thing I'm fearing is some old age, zoned out Sitting Buddha stance like a toad sage
As I, equip the shells like bowser, a nigga moving
Like he king koopa in that tower
Instead of fireballs, hurl a roach of burning flower
Now that's a Mario brick for ya dome, or the Pavement for the road
That you use to get to goals

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