Lyrics:
the end of the day
We feed on dismay, you're the prey
We are puppets created by madness
Painting a canvas darker than life
(Follow, greet, wait, repeat)
never early
You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side
Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes
He was surprised I snatched him
the barman holds aloft the crystal glass
And I'm having all that's in the bubble in the bottom of the bottle
Then by three or four, your head's a bit
the barman holds aloft the crystal glass
And I'm having all that's in the bubble in the bottom of the bottle
Then by three or four, your head's a bit
As I closed my truck door
Saw a needle in the brush
Could't take it anymore
Kids walking by
Heading off to breakfast
Who knew tryna get a meal
Would ever
disappearing gloss has turned flat like an abandoned Penny
That's smashed up on the train track
Swinging like a barn door, china blue condor
Wrecking
laying it down
Getting better by the day, and I'm just getting started
Kicking down your door like this was Sparta
Get your guard up
Homie what you
From the bed to the floor
And then out along the corridor
Step by step down the stairs
And from there to the door
Baby steps will take me back
joint, this joint right here is called “War Cries”
Shoutout to Waterbury, Connecticut y’all already know how we get down, for life, the whole CT
But we
sing
But they are breaking through our doors
They're tearing down our hearts
Oh, the air smells rain and war
Maybe I won't come home
You gotta keep
head
Missing every single train down the road less travelled
It's getting all the same 'till you're stuck in the gravel
Perfect the old unreachable chore
YKTFV
Your know the fucking vibes
Im a Brooklyn Bull
No Man-or-Door survives
YKTFV
Your know the fucking vibes
Im a fucking vibe
You know the fucking
Civilization requires some percent of the population
To keep their heads down, play it straight and generally obey the rules
Have a job and have some
mine though, only if she mine though
I just wanna chase dough, yeah, yeah Leave your problems at the door
I'm tired of all of these hoes Cut them off
crush
I break it down to stone like Medusa
You lose ta what you ain't used ta
All aboard express train for pain
Bigger than membranes that leave you
3 am, I'm stumblin' in truck key stuck in the front door
She's still up, favorite coffee cup like so many nights before
I thought by now she'd had
you're walking down the street and
No one knows your name
Standing on the corner looking for
The light to change
Sitting on the picket, light by light
Line
a bullet
(Dodgin' em)
My brotha he whippin' an M3 no plates they thought it was stolen
(Oh no)
Money don't grow on no trees nah it ain't magic hocus pocus
and some
Why you foreign, but still warm
Why you knocking on my door
Know Life's toxic as this norm
Cause when I'm around you
My Energy's going
Down, down
two-fifty down in Halletsville, 3 dollars, maybe more.
And more than likely they'll be out tonight a-wanderin' from the farms,
Waddlin' down 1291 to keep
at the kid
What I do, duck!
Rae up in the shower singing
Son don't know that it's real
Coming looking like he about peel something
In a tight jam, red down
in the dark
i walk an extra 3 miles to avoid crazy fucks in the park
denied by the bloods, turned down by the crypts
my fuckin auntie kicked my ass
My evil ways, and this life of sin
But after this last train
I swear I’ll never ride again
I’ve been thinkin’ on how we always talked about
All those
to the three
Bitch im on yo ass like some muhfuckin draws
We can get the clappin like some god damn applause
She gone suck me up down to the balls
Finna paint
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