Hell-Hole
Comes a time in your life
When you gotta realize, lies are the light
Skies are the ground and your eyes are the sound
No one dies in the tribe when the tri is around
I, never got down with the up
But the fact is it doesn't even matter and it sucks
When the black is ya' white, front is ya' back
Counteract what is right, always stunt to react
A... couple fuckin' things on my brain
That I'm tryna do away with, sink with the drain
And I'm tired of the same shit, drink from the rain
And I smoke for the jokes to distinct when I aim
I... never been around enough
But all ya'll think that motherfuckers sound too rough
And sound too real, astound with the ground I scuff
The ground I peel, I feel like I've found the bluff
This town is fucked
Everybody 'round is fucked
I ask myself, "why do I pound these sluts like I'm the slut"
Shit I never found enough or one to cut my lust for the rounded butt
I mount the mutt
Take it like she bound to shut her fuckin' trap
Trapped in the pounds I stuff inside the Ville
Shit ill never find a pill to ease the pain, the strain is the vibe I build
Devise a skill
Make an enterprise of real
Denies any mother fucker jeopardizin' meals
Slide many mother fuckers to the side and steal the base
I fuckin hate, I'm kind to heels that stand tall in this hell hole
Y'all fall in this hell hole
At the mall in this hell hole, crawl in this hell hole
Tryna brawl in this hell hole
Shit you saw in this hell hole
Cant... even... be explained...
(Aye aye)
I said it can't... even... be explained...
(Yea)
When you gotta realize, lies are the light
Skies are the ground and your eyes are the sound
No one dies in the tribe when the tri is around
I, never got down with the up
But the fact is it doesn't even matter and it sucks
When the black is ya' white, front is ya' back
Counteract what is right, always stunt to react
A... couple fuckin' things on my brain
That I'm tryna do away with, sink with the drain
And I'm tired of the same shit, drink from the rain
And I smoke for the jokes to distinct when I aim
I... never been around enough
But all ya'll think that motherfuckers sound too rough
And sound too real, astound with the ground I scuff
The ground I peel, I feel like I've found the bluff
This town is fucked
Everybody 'round is fucked
I ask myself, "why do I pound these sluts like I'm the slut"
Shit I never found enough or one to cut my lust for the rounded butt
I mount the mutt
Take it like she bound to shut her fuckin' trap
Trapped in the pounds I stuff inside the Ville
Shit ill never find a pill to ease the pain, the strain is the vibe I build
Devise a skill
Make an enterprise of real
Denies any mother fucker jeopardizin' meals
Slide many mother fuckers to the side and steal the base
I fuckin hate, I'm kind to heels that stand tall in this hell hole
Y'all fall in this hell hole
At the mall in this hell hole, crawl in this hell hole
Tryna brawl in this hell hole
Shit you saw in this hell hole
Cant... even... be explained...
(Aye aye)
I said it can't... even... be explained...
(Yea)
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Writer(s): Paul Schultz Jr.
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