I-26 (feat. Gollum)
Honey woods burning on bourbon
I'm lurking in the morning
With that blade turnin'
Like Uma Thurman
I get you hurting
Undercovers in the suburban
I'm gone like Tyler Durden
Fiends that I be serving
They some vermin
Get to fucking swerving
Pontiac on the express
I got the windows black
And im steady rolling the jack
In the back or the swisher
Bet your tabs bitter
Sixteen winters
Its the homerun hitter
Backpack with the carhartt tag
With a black strap stashed
Whip it out in a flash
With a bullet in your back
Underneath the crow's ash
Motherfucker tell me now
What you think about that
I-26 get me out of the sticks
All that I'll be taking is the team
And your bitch
X-wing be the motherfucking spaceship
Rise to the sky
Flying into the abyss
Beaming with the laser
Call me young Darth Vader
I'll be on the moon's craters
Motherfucker see you later
I got the car
Got the beam
Got the money
I got the cheese
I got all the bad bitches
In the trunk with me
And they aint leaving
'Til the sun is seen
I got the morgue
C'thulu trees
Hoe it's sunny
Clouds rolling deep
But I guess I gotta
Go and let you be
What you want to be
I could really give a fuck 'bout these streets
I'm lurking in the morning
With that blade turnin'
Like Uma Thurman
I get you hurting
Undercovers in the suburban
I'm gone like Tyler Durden
Fiends that I be serving
They some vermin
Get to fucking swerving
Pontiac on the express
I got the windows black
And im steady rolling the jack
In the back or the swisher
Bet your tabs bitter
Sixteen winters
Its the homerun hitter
Backpack with the carhartt tag
With a black strap stashed
Whip it out in a flash
With a bullet in your back
Underneath the crow's ash
Motherfucker tell me now
What you think about that
I-26 get me out of the sticks
All that I'll be taking is the team
And your bitch
X-wing be the motherfucking spaceship
Rise to the sky
Flying into the abyss
Beaming with the laser
Call me young Darth Vader
I'll be on the moon's craters
Motherfucker see you later
I got the car
Got the beam
Got the money
I got the cheese
I got all the bad bitches
In the trunk with me
And they aint leaving
'Til the sun is seen
I got the morgue
C'thulu trees
Hoe it's sunny
Clouds rolling deep
But I guess I gotta
Go and let you be
What you want to be
I could really give a fuck 'bout these streets
Credits
Writer(s): Jasper Eaton
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