Lyrics:
dream killers
Stay strong no weakness
Cross me and burn bridges
Can't blind the mind of a genius
Imma get it like I told ya
Win win win that's
a trooper sign of mutiny
Doing time, humans euthanized by the truth in me
Ok, I'm zoned out, turnt up, wildin' out, wavy
Rolling up the purple, bumpin'
said, ”Now honey, what do you mean?”
You said, “I think I had a dream.
I could feel a fire in everyone,
cnd knew they had a piece of the sun”
Way back in
in ohio
Buried in the backyard
In a tin box i found
I hope the rain don't get in
Big red ball cards
Bubble gum comics
Dreams torn from my diary
I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotized by the Whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak
I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotized by the Whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak
I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak
to it.
(And now!)
So let the games begin, you either turn with the world or you watch it spin.
If your dreams were stolen by a liar,
Then steal it back
To hearts that need relief
The nighttime hears the wheels rush by
While lovers are fast asleep
Here's to Buddy and to Chuck and Carl and the Killer Who
ass by pushin mute
Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot)
I got dog poop crank yes I pollute
Leave the whole block fully unrecouped
I'm like
as a killer
Of dreams in the night
Don't Listen, Don't Listen
To the voices in your head
Give in, Give In
To the demons that share your bed
Confess, Confess
cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you
Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg
Forced by my
and I feed 'em fish
Them killers coming, 'X' you off the list
Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Now I'm being followed by some
'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
killer verse
found his corpse
In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime method, add another
Killer verse to the murder record, the grand
they ain't ours
We got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white
waste the day wide on awake
Come back lay on bed cause this time to make
The dream, the scheme, it's not for sale
The come on race of rats and chasing
broken hearts
Cigarettes and sex
Talking about the fuckin future
Like molly percocets (Molly)
Spitting fire's what I do (Killer v)
Never rattled by threats
london
Jack The Ripper
Shawty looking prostitute she out here
Being a stripper
Bitches getting murdered you been warned
I'm never getting caught
Wanted by
the truth
Here's to the future for the dreams of youth
I want it all (give it all I want it all)
I want it all (yeah)
I want it all and I want it now
I want
sure you excel ay
I came from down below
I be sending my demos they told me no ay
I had a dream my bro
But them labels they fumbled my dream my bro
Came
The smokestack's blowing off my last few dreams and isn't that the way its always been?
She pours into the sky and chokes the trees then disappears
Ay, ay
I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho
I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros
Ain't no killer but
I won't be satisfied
Unless his killer dead (dead)
They see this fire, these niggas run and hide
I know these niggas scared (rrah)
Glocc 19, I
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