The Fence
How tall my fence gotta be
I keep on building this shit higher now than me
I'm going blind I cannot see
If I keep goin' I'ma lose out on the scenery
Tired of seeing bourgeoisie
They on me
Need some palm trees
A guarantee that I'm free
And lately I'm the absentee
Somebody come out n find me
If I built the fence don't tell me what side to stay on
Those days are long gone
Need some to pray on
And seances stay on till I'm locked in Veyrons
I came on with A Bombs now play on my crayons are
64 pack
And I don't colour inside the lines I'm done with that
I put my palate on palace a patent on my back
Proud of packin' my passion perks into practice raps
Now can you fuck with that
Do you love me now
I don't give a fuck either way
I'm cookin up a project real quick like Rachel Ray
A missle take in a vacation space
This rap is full time I don't feel too patient say
What I mean what I want
What I seen what I done
I don't fear what's to come
Come and see what we on yeah
How tall my fence gotta be
I keep on building this shit higher now than me
I'm going blind I cannot see
If I keep goin' I'ma lose out on the scenery
Tired of seeing bourgeoisie
They on me
Need some palm trees
A guarantee that I'm free
And lately I'm the absentee
Somebody come out n find me
And my humour feeling dead pan
Hard to lose somebody, try to joke but I'm a dead man
Reflections looking viscous with the meds man
I'm strung out leaning off of second base
Rounding third, promised moms I'd make it home safe
Well
I deal in empty words, and half truths
Come from a place of no trust and miss-use
Goodbyes and miss you's
Addictions and issues
Anxiety and tissues
The medicine will help
But the shit will never fix you
And you'd be pissed at me if I'ma touch another bottle
So loving memory is how I carry on tomorrow
Loving you and me for the trails that we follow
This city without you is just a gilly without wallow
So if I see your face in heaven know I hit the lotto
How tall my fence gotta be
I keep on building this shit higher now than me
I'm going blind I cannot see
If I keep goin' I'ma lose out on the scenery
Tired of seeing bourgeoisie
They on me
Need some palm trees
A guarantee that I'm free
And lately I'm the absentee
Somebody come out n find me
I'm fucking sad
Everything bad
Good times gone with the memories I had
Swear my brain all poison
And I don't wanna rhyme cause everything sucks
Especially me
Like I'm 73
Man this shit getting old and I never believed
Not really
I don't think anyway
Maybe had a pipe dream but life seems grey and I'm grey as fuck
Depression is a bitch, I been saving up
All my sadness in a bottle tryna keep it tucked away
But the fridge getting full so I pour myself a drink
Like mm
Sadness, my old friend
I remember when
We had never met
I seen you from afar
But even then I slept, like the baby that I was
Now I'm all grown up and I'm fucking sad
I keep on building this shit higher now than me
I'm going blind I cannot see
If I keep goin' I'ma lose out on the scenery
Tired of seeing bourgeoisie
They on me
Need some palm trees
A guarantee that I'm free
And lately I'm the absentee
Somebody come out n find me
If I built the fence don't tell me what side to stay on
Those days are long gone
Need some to pray on
And seances stay on till I'm locked in Veyrons
I came on with A Bombs now play on my crayons are
64 pack
And I don't colour inside the lines I'm done with that
I put my palate on palace a patent on my back
Proud of packin' my passion perks into practice raps
Now can you fuck with that
Do you love me now
I don't give a fuck either way
I'm cookin up a project real quick like Rachel Ray
A missle take in a vacation space
This rap is full time I don't feel too patient say
What I mean what I want
What I seen what I done
I don't fear what's to come
Come and see what we on yeah
How tall my fence gotta be
I keep on building this shit higher now than me
I'm going blind I cannot see
If I keep goin' I'ma lose out on the scenery
Tired of seeing bourgeoisie
They on me
Need some palm trees
A guarantee that I'm free
And lately I'm the absentee
Somebody come out n find me
And my humour feeling dead pan
Hard to lose somebody, try to joke but I'm a dead man
Reflections looking viscous with the meds man
I'm strung out leaning off of second base
Rounding third, promised moms I'd make it home safe
Well
I deal in empty words, and half truths
Come from a place of no trust and miss-use
Goodbyes and miss you's
Addictions and issues
Anxiety and tissues
The medicine will help
But the shit will never fix you
And you'd be pissed at me if I'ma touch another bottle
So loving memory is how I carry on tomorrow
Loving you and me for the trails that we follow
This city without you is just a gilly without wallow
So if I see your face in heaven know I hit the lotto
How tall my fence gotta be
I keep on building this shit higher now than me
I'm going blind I cannot see
If I keep goin' I'ma lose out on the scenery
Tired of seeing bourgeoisie
They on me
Need some palm trees
A guarantee that I'm free
And lately I'm the absentee
Somebody come out n find me
I'm fucking sad
Everything bad
Good times gone with the memories I had
Swear my brain all poison
And I don't wanna rhyme cause everything sucks
Especially me
Like I'm 73
Man this shit getting old and I never believed
Not really
I don't think anyway
Maybe had a pipe dream but life seems grey and I'm grey as fuck
Depression is a bitch, I been saving up
All my sadness in a bottle tryna keep it tucked away
But the fridge getting full so I pour myself a drink
Like mm
Sadness, my old friend
I remember when
We had never met
I seen you from afar
But even then I slept, like the baby that I was
Now I'm all grown up and I'm fucking sad
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Krismer
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