A Tent In Montana

Hill Days Working everyday to get my bills paid Filthy Always in the hills from the drill states Field day Always so surprised when you still sane Guilty Looking at the drills sergeants kill rate Kill me I hate what the Angel City gives me Filthy White tiles filled with blood cause they kill dreams Filthy Papa kids all acting like they build things Filthy On my momma never in the hills again Cursed by these cities that could never do wrong Til the social media shows the flaws then they gone Always hating on each other, let the drop rates drop and the cops always wrestle cause you known like the rock On some Israel dreams, always tussle with god Till hit with the beam, meeting Adam and Eva long Stacking up the bread, pilin all of the logs Till the new regime sees, kick you out of your box That's why I'm chillin in Montona wit a tent on the plains on em Snow covered hills, only dirt with no graves Only heaters passin by when a train blowing steam Only worrying bout you're homies when they close to old age Little house on the prairie, what a wonderful dream Never worried bout your people trying steal your dame Never worried bout the sparks that would light up a flame Zero cares about the things that would scare any mane Most be looking for an end cause they live their life in misery Go and check their history Prescription be hitting beings antihistamine Wonder why I hate the industry Let it be C'est la vie Fuck the game like Jenaveve Dropping back to back, I can't to move to work on Tenor things Tentative to risk it, even tho i tend to better things Send Jehovah witnesses just to witness my own bettering Undefeated with the bullshit, move like fedor in the ring Everybody want my mixing, but won't pay a jackson five I can't take these fucking people, want everything for a dime White em out my fucking life like we drew the scene of the crime And leave the fucking scene, like I'm Jesus on the passion night Instagram stories got me thinking my life boring I'm not going thru a hardship, and I see that its annoying Talkin bout all this success, you just sitting on your couch While a Mexicano immigrant is picking out your sprouts That's why I'm chillin in Montona in a tent on the plains on these Snow covered hills, only dirt with no graves Only heaters passin by when a train blowing steam Only worrying bout you're homies when they close to old age Little house on the prairie, what a wonderful dream Never worried bout your people trying steal your dame Never worried bout the sparks that would light up a flame Zero cares about the things that would scare any mane