Spookye's Interlude
Ayo eza can I tell you
It just something
About yourself
It's your mental & your health
You get up chest hurt
Walk a bit leg worth
I done seen
You fucked up
The whole body system
Henny blunts
Is well worth the mixing
Like damn
Truth hurt don't it
Like that one night
You heard some knocking
It's your homie
On the floor
Still breathing
You try, you try
He unconscious
He up at 4 in the morning
Flashbacks in a memory young E
Age One - Two
My attempt felt confused
Wake up I see my mom lost
Pissed off I didn't just die
I walk on this earth
I'm still a burden
Told my high
Hope there's a heaven seen angels
They is just symbols
Throw my set
Then I'm on rip shirt
We humans
Then its the rapture
Fuck around
Gotta get the strap first
Then I know
It was all just scripture
Three of me's
All in a stretcher
Dead bodies is all that I know
Took time
This ain't no quote
All my favorites
Dead or Gone
Big, Pac, Nip & Mac
One chance
To hear em all back
Death
Works mysterious ways
God im telling you
My soul
Don't see me this way
When I drop
It feel like it's hot or not
Will I ever
Make that 100 spot
Ayo eza do you listen
It was something about you
At your dad's funeral
I done seen you fucked up
In your lifetime
Your pops gone
Now whos your safe line
Lucy fuck you
I thought I really knew you
You choose me
I couldn't get thru you
You taint me
Now still like a burden
I spark one
They tell me is worth it?
Nah
This that EZ switch
Tell em all
Tell em all
They don't feel me yet
They rather see me gone
Here come the next
Ball out at the mall
Like i'm Gucci flex
Then i hear dead artist
All up in the news
23 never got to see 24
All you see is motherfuckers
Just recording this
Age 22
Really don't mean shit
That young kid
All up in the internet
Cut up, slice up to pieces
Yo E you sounding
Like Shady
Fuck around
Shit i might be, cause
Seen rappers
Fall off before me
I kept going
Saying i'm next one
Yo andre
I need some advice
You gone
I feel the ice cold
He ain't dead
Just writing no more
I hear the spirits
Coping me wit hope
World crazy
Can't understand it
Earth
Built on top of these corpses
Corporate could take away your freedom
You gone
Then it's our people
You gone then it's our people
You gone then it's our people
Shit
It just something
About yourself
It's your mental & your health
You get up chest hurt
Walk a bit leg worth
I done seen
You fucked up
The whole body system
Henny blunts
Is well worth the mixing
Like damn
Truth hurt don't it
Like that one night
You heard some knocking
It's your homie
On the floor
Still breathing
You try, you try
He unconscious
He up at 4 in the morning
Flashbacks in a memory young E
Age One - Two
My attempt felt confused
Wake up I see my mom lost
Pissed off I didn't just die
I walk on this earth
I'm still a burden
Told my high
Hope there's a heaven seen angels
They is just symbols
Throw my set
Then I'm on rip shirt
We humans
Then its the rapture
Fuck around
Gotta get the strap first
Then I know
It was all just scripture
Three of me's
All in a stretcher
Dead bodies is all that I know
Took time
This ain't no quote
All my favorites
Dead or Gone
Big, Pac, Nip & Mac
One chance
To hear em all back
Death
Works mysterious ways
God im telling you
My soul
Don't see me this way
When I drop
It feel like it's hot or not
Will I ever
Make that 100 spot
Ayo eza do you listen
It was something about you
At your dad's funeral
I done seen you fucked up
In your lifetime
Your pops gone
Now whos your safe line
Lucy fuck you
I thought I really knew you
You choose me
I couldn't get thru you
You taint me
Now still like a burden
I spark one
They tell me is worth it?
Nah
This that EZ switch
Tell em all
Tell em all
They don't feel me yet
They rather see me gone
Here come the next
Ball out at the mall
Like i'm Gucci flex
Then i hear dead artist
All up in the news
23 never got to see 24
All you see is motherfuckers
Just recording this
Age 22
Really don't mean shit
That young kid
All up in the internet
Cut up, slice up to pieces
Yo E you sounding
Like Shady
Fuck around
Shit i might be, cause
Seen rappers
Fall off before me
I kept going
Saying i'm next one
Yo andre
I need some advice
You gone
I feel the ice cold
He ain't dead
Just writing no more
I hear the spirits
Coping me wit hope
World crazy
Can't understand it
Earth
Built on top of these corpses
Corporate could take away your freedom
You gone
Then it's our people
You gone then it's our people
You gone then it's our people
Shit
Credits
Writer(s): Ernesto Zarate
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