Smoothie Moves
Having thoughts of suicide but I just be ignoring them
Throw them in the back where I be storing them
I pray to god I wake up from this nightmare every morning
He must've lost his tab on me cus lately the demons start to pouring in
I'm boring in
Born to leave a subject for historians
Caught between commercials and emporiums
I Love to emphasize the horrors I been coarsely hoarding in
The bastard
Blow his load off just to cope and mulligan
The flow he sulking in
The cave that I been standing in and yelling echoing
The questions that I ask be answered in a day with one more quiz again
Who the realest one to grip the soul again
I wait another day before I see the demon creeping in
I've already accepted the fact that I am nothing
And once you stop your fear of death your heart will hence the pumping
And once you see the fear of god I put into a message
The way she look at all of us has got the bottom jumping huh
Having thoughts of suicide but I just be ignoring them
Throw them in the back where I be storing them
I pray to god I wake up from this nightmare every morning
He must've lost his tab on me cus lately the demons start to pouring in
Boring in
My brain is leaking fluid on the floor again
I mop it up with rappers think they got the balls to score again
I'm pouring them
Something that could stop of all the snoring then
I put them back to sleep and take some LCD to float again
Uh, I got some drug in my viens
I got some blood on my hanes
I got a hand in the game
I stick my dick in the game
I'm coming up for the game
I'm coming back for the title
I give these pussies an idol
They think that I'm very cute
All I had to do was smile
All I had to do was smile
All I had to was run
All I had to was come
All I had to do was shoot
All I wanna do is loot
I'm leaving something on tongue
I'm leaving maybe
A little bit something particular
He wanted me to adopt a new manager
They said that I cannot do it alone
So I'm cloning myself and he's my executioner
We in a CULT
Size 12 shoe finna make any shoe like a boot
I'm in a mood
They caught me lacking like once but I pulled up and backing the action
Don't make me shoot
I'm taking anything you think is loot
I don't commute
You better move
I make these pussies regret all they teachings and murder him down with a flute
Throw them in the back where I be storing them
I pray to god I wake up from this nightmare every morning
He must've lost his tab on me cus lately the demons start to pouring in
I'm boring in
Born to leave a subject for historians
Caught between commercials and emporiums
I Love to emphasize the horrors I been coarsely hoarding in
The bastard
Blow his load off just to cope and mulligan
The flow he sulking in
The cave that I been standing in and yelling echoing
The questions that I ask be answered in a day with one more quiz again
Who the realest one to grip the soul again
I wait another day before I see the demon creeping in
I've already accepted the fact that I am nothing
And once you stop your fear of death your heart will hence the pumping
And once you see the fear of god I put into a message
The way she look at all of us has got the bottom jumping huh
Having thoughts of suicide but I just be ignoring them
Throw them in the back where I be storing them
I pray to god I wake up from this nightmare every morning
He must've lost his tab on me cus lately the demons start to pouring in
Boring in
My brain is leaking fluid on the floor again
I mop it up with rappers think they got the balls to score again
I'm pouring them
Something that could stop of all the snoring then
I put them back to sleep and take some LCD to float again
Uh, I got some drug in my viens
I got some blood on my hanes
I got a hand in the game
I stick my dick in the game
I'm coming up for the game
I'm coming back for the title
I give these pussies an idol
They think that I'm very cute
All I had to do was smile
All I had to do was smile
All I had to was run
All I had to was come
All I had to do was shoot
All I wanna do is loot
I'm leaving something on tongue
I'm leaving maybe
A little bit something particular
He wanted me to adopt a new manager
They said that I cannot do it alone
So I'm cloning myself and he's my executioner
We in a CULT
Size 12 shoe finna make any shoe like a boot
I'm in a mood
They caught me lacking like once but I pulled up and backing the action
Don't make me shoot
I'm taking anything you think is loot
I don't commute
You better move
I make these pussies regret all they teachings and murder him down with a flute
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Writer(s): Jakob Rhoads
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