Suits
You shook
Sitting in the pressure cooker
Looking like a roast
Turn up the temperature and you smoke
So say I as I do cocaine and stoke the flames
I can feel the venom flowing through my veins
I'm a no name, broke as a joke
Ghostwriter who's shit is tighter than most
Liable to overdose
At any moment I could go
Keel over and foam at the mouth
Been know to rip domes at the scalp
I roll with the whole crew
We smoke weed and eat soul food
Used to be the plug, now the go through
That's old news
Why I gotta waste time in the booth?
Leave me in this dirt with my roots
I'm filthy
Know they gonna curse the accused
If he prove guilty
Never seen this many suits in one room
All of the shit that they say is untrue
Only statement I'm making is fuck you
You shook
Laying in the tall grass
Looking like a snake
With the rattle like I heard the glass break
I'm stunned
This the reason why I run
Used to believe in the system
But look at what it's become
A shit show
Probably lock me up in Gitmo
If I get mo
If so, I guess that's how that shit goes
Thought I was cooking with crisco
Thought that I could keep it on lock like Calypso
Guess not
Guess I gotta pick up where I left off again
Ain't the first time I stepped off the edge
All this pressure in my head bout to blow
I just wanna make a good first impression on the globe
But I'm filthy
Just another bump in the road
If I prove guilty
Never seen this many suits in one room
All of the shit that they say is untrue
Only statement I'm making is fuck you
Sitting in the pressure cooker
Looking like a roast
Turn up the temperature and you smoke
So say I as I do cocaine and stoke the flames
I can feel the venom flowing through my veins
I'm a no name, broke as a joke
Ghostwriter who's shit is tighter than most
Liable to overdose
At any moment I could go
Keel over and foam at the mouth
Been know to rip domes at the scalp
I roll with the whole crew
We smoke weed and eat soul food
Used to be the plug, now the go through
That's old news
Why I gotta waste time in the booth?
Leave me in this dirt with my roots
I'm filthy
Know they gonna curse the accused
If he prove guilty
Never seen this many suits in one room
All of the shit that they say is untrue
Only statement I'm making is fuck you
You shook
Laying in the tall grass
Looking like a snake
With the rattle like I heard the glass break
I'm stunned
This the reason why I run
Used to believe in the system
But look at what it's become
A shit show
Probably lock me up in Gitmo
If I get mo
If so, I guess that's how that shit goes
Thought I was cooking with crisco
Thought that I could keep it on lock like Calypso
Guess not
Guess I gotta pick up where I left off again
Ain't the first time I stepped off the edge
All this pressure in my head bout to blow
I just wanna make a good first impression on the globe
But I'm filthy
Just another bump in the road
If I prove guilty
Never seen this many suits in one room
All of the shit that they say is untrue
Only statement I'm making is fuck you
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Wise
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.